“What I’d like to do is to get Bill Adams and a few other kindred spirits to go with me, clean out the Capunicas, and,” his eyes brightened, “if you’ll join us I’ll make you King of the cannibals instead of old Oopla.”
“Declined with thanks,” I bowed regally, that is as regally as a man can bow whose back is already bent. “I haven’t the slightest desire to king it over any tribe of man-eaters, but if you will let me go with you in the capacity of adviser, medicine man and book-maker I’ll consider it.”
“Done, signed and sealed,” said Jack and we shook hands till we should get together on the proposition.
THE END