Could, getting as much entertainment as possible out of Cheon and the
staff in between times.
For three days I lay obediently patient, and each day Cheon grew more
affectionate, patting my hands at times, as he confided to the Maluka
that although he admired big, moon-faced women as a feast for the eyes,
he liked them small and docile when he had to deal personally with them.
Until I met Cheon I thought the Chinese incapable of affection; but many
lessons are learned out bush.
Travellers - house-visitors - coming in on the fourth day, I hoped for a
speedy release, but visitors were considered fatiguing, and release was
promised as soon as they were gone.
Fortunately the walls had many cracks in them - not being as much on the
plumb as Johnny had predicted, and for a couple of days, watching the
visitors through these cracks and listening to their conversation
provided additional amusement. I could see them quite distinctly as, no
doubt, they could see me; but we kept a decorous silence until the Fizzer
came in, then at the Fizzer's shout the walls of Jericho toppled down.
"The missus sick!" I heard him shout. "Thought she looked in prime
condition at the Springs." (Bush language frequently has a strong twang
of cattle in it.)
"So I am now," I called; and then the Fizzer and I held an animated
conversation through the walls.
