CHAPTER XXXIV
ACCOMPLICES
OLD RELIABLE continued to stare upon the Dongalawi, who kept smiling at the success of his gin-burning. "Put money—there."
"I ain't gwine to put money nowhar. I'm gwine right straight and tell de white folks."
Zack rose up, shook himself free from the clinging Said, and started directly for headquarters. The bewildered Arab sat flat upon the earth, his Egyptian imagination failing to conceive of such treachery. Like a rubber man Said bounded to his feet; he could no nothing, his Shilluk spear was too far away; so was the jungle. Two long swift leaps and Said clutched Old Reliable's coat tails, dragging him back within the shanty. The Dongalawi's voice would have been a shrill scream, but it came so low and tense as to reach no farther than the ear of one man: "You tell? No, no. By the justice of Allah. Let not Shaitan move thee to this abomination! Said Wad Darho is no fool."
"You is a fool ef you 'specs me to give you a
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