You pay me now. Then it was that she lost her temper and cuffed his ears so soundly as to drive him back among his fellows. But they did not break up. Another boy stepped forward. You pay me, he said. His eyes had the querulous, troubled look such as she had noticed in monkeys; but while he was patently uncomfortable under her scrutiny, his thick lips were drawn firmly in an effort at sullen determination. What for? she asked. Me Gogoomy, he said.
Bawo brother belong me. Bawo, she remembered, was the sick boy who had died. Go on, she commanded. Bawo take m medicine. Bawo finish. Bawo my brother. You pay me. Father belong me one big fella chief along Port Adams. You door phone pay me. Joan laughed. Gogoomy, you just the same as Aroa, one big fool. My word, who pay me for medicine? She dismissed the matter by passing through the gate and closing it. But Gogoomy pressed up against it and said impudently: Father belong me one big fella chief.
You no bang m head belong me. My word, you fright too much. Me fright? she demanded, while anger tingled all through her. Too much fright bang m head belong me, Gogoomy said proudly. And then she reached for him across the gate and got him. It was a sweeping, broad-handed slap, so heavy that he staggered sideways and nearly fell. He sprang for the gate as if to force it open, while the crowd surged forward door bell