It was very amusing until things grew so bad that I feared Hans would
kill Sammy, and had to put a stop to the joke.
CHAPTER XII
BROTHER JOHN'S STORY
Although I went to bed late I was up before sunrise. Chiefly because I
wished to have some private conversation with Brother John, whom I
knew to be a very early riser. Indeed, he slept less than any man I
ever met.
As I expected, I found him astir in his hut; he was engaged in
pressing flowers by candlelight.
"John," I said, "I have brought you some property which I think you
have lost," and I handed him the morocco-bound /Christian Year/ and
the water-colour drawing which we had found in the sacked mission
house at Kilwa.
He looked first at the picture and then at the book; at least, I
suppose he did, for I went outside the hut for a while--to observe the
sunrise. In a few minutes he called me, and when the door was shut,
said in an unsteady voice:
"How did you come by these relics, Allan?"
I told him the story from beginning to end.
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