An old black man is questioning Allan's death. And the dark figure speaks.
The dark figure stepped forward rifle in hand and head bowed. Tom new that rifle, it was the one he had laid on Allan's grave. Did he steal it? How dare he?
"Where'd you get the rifle?" asked Tom calmly.
The man with slowly raised his head while answering, "You laid it on my grave when you left."
"Allan?" asked Tom
"Yes Sawyer it is me." Said Allan.
"But how?" asked Tom.
"Remember when I told you when Africa would never let me die. Well it wouldn't. You see you brought me back to Africa, and Jabilo here brought me back. Or what you would call bringing me back from the dead." Said Allan in his melodious voice with a Scottish twang.
It was quite for a moment while this rather amazing news sunk in to everyone's hearts and minds. Then calmly Allan set his rifle down on a nearby table, took off his coat and hat and hung them up.
Upon returning he asked cheerfully, "Got any Scotch?"
To Be Continued...