Avon Fantasy Reader No. 11 — page 67: what you’re looking at

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ought to make peace with them, if there’s any way to do it. I think we ought to let them go on—” “Mr. Mogglesby,”’ cried the doctor, “how can you hope to make a treaty with—monkeys ?”’ “We can try it,” declared the governor's agent. “If they can talk as ren says they can, why not try it? Besides that, Doctor, it’s a kind of uty.” | ‘How do you mean?” “Well, if they can think and talk and plan and fight, just how much more would it take to make a kind of people?” “That’s what the Baloongas think,” said the little man. “There you are. If we consider them as a people, I’ve got to look after them, Doctor. They're on English territory—-under the English flag.” The little man straightened. "By Jove, I hadn’t thought of that?’ “If they're people, they're people,” repeated Mogglesby, ‘and it’s up to us.” The two English /azzaroni sat brooding by the coconut oil lamp in the jungles of West Africa, trying to decide on England’s duty to a sub-human phylum. They were interrupted by a sudden shrieking of women. Both men leaped up and dashed out into the night. The uproar was down the street, and Baloonga men were gathering with torches. When Mogglesby reached the place he found a black circle around two women fighting. They had each other by the hair in feminine fashion and each was shrieking for the other one to turn loose. It was a full-bodied woman and a girl. The men stood watching and laughing at this battle, but Mogglesby stepped in and undid their clutching hands. When he straightened them up he was surprised to see Luomo and the girl whom the gorilla had attacked. “Luomo,”’ ejaculated the Englishman, “what's the matter? What do ou—"’ “T'll teach that girl to be pounding barley when she knows the wood- men are about!’ cried Luomo in a rage. “I wasa’t thinking about the wood-men!”’ flung back the girl, weeping. “I know you were. What were you out so early for.” ‘My father needed cakes for breakfast,” shrilled the maiden. “You're not in the habit of getting up so early to pound barley cakes for your father!” | Mogglesby interposed. “Go to your hut and stay there, Geelee,”” he said to the girl; then he turned to Luomo. “You come with me. Did you ever find the wood-men today?” The woman moved sulkily at the side of the governor's agent, presently she grumbled out— 65 comicbooks.com