Avon Fantasy Reader No. 11 — page 60: what you’re looking at

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dreamed the monkey-like Sammu had come to him and wanted to make a cast of Mogglesby’s own head. He thought the wizened black man had pleaded with him for hts head with an artist’s zeal, It was a big head, he thought Sammu was saying . . . a lion-like head—Here a movement in the dark hut awakened the fore Mogglesby lay still and really did see in the door of his hut a small wizened figure outlined against the gray light of dawn. A sudden honest concern for his head came over the white man. Without arising, he swung his body silently around with his hands, made a long noiseless reach and clamped the ankle of the little man in the door. "“Sammu,”he snapped, “what the hell do you mean coming in here?” __ The little man shrieked, tried to kick loose, then collapsed, wailing and shuddering. "Oh, my God! The devil’s got me! Oh—is that you, Mr. Mogglesby ?”’ “Yes,” ejaculated the big man in surprise. “What's the matter with you, Doctor ?”’ “Why, you grabbed me, sir,” shivered the little man. “Good heavens, that’s not enough to shake you all to pieces, yelling and trembling like that.” “I—I'm afraid I was a little unstrung, sir.” The small man reached down and rubbed his ankle. “Your grip is like a steel cutter.” Of a sudden Mogglesby recalled that the little doctor had just finished his initiation into the M’Bembi. “Oh, I see,” observed the big man. “Something got on your nerves last night.” EAWell, no, not exactly.” “Why did you come in here?” “I—I didn’t want to sleep by myself, sir.” “Well, by Jove,” ejaculated Mogglesby, moving back on his bed and mutely inviting the doctor to remain, ‘something must have upset you.” ‘“‘No—not that, sir. It’s getting on toward morning and I thought I'd drop in here and get a few minutes’ sleep before breakfast—’’ here the doctor hesitated and added in a queer tone—“breakfast—breakfast—my Gawd, will I ever eat breakfast again?” ‘The Englishman looked curiously at his little satellite through the gray blur of morning. “Doctor, what in the devil happened to you last night?” Then he added in a lighter tone, ‘Come now, you are to be my liaison man, you know.” “Well, I went with Mokato and Loaga.” “Where is Mokato?” “Mokato—he—he went home from where we—ate, Mr. Mogglesby,” stammered the little man. “Oh, I see, you helped eat a gorilla,” said the Englishman with a twinge of disgust. “Well, it must have been messy from what I saw.” “You mustn't call it that, Mr. Mogglesby,”’ protested the small man ear- nestly. “You never notice the—” he broke off with a shiver and settled down 38 Comicbooks.com