Had a bombshell fallen into the midst of the ladies of the harem, they could not have been more surprised.
There was a half-stifled shriek from one, and they all flew into a corner, where they stood huddled up together for protection.
But Tinker and his man were not at all put out by these strange demonstrations upon the part of the ladies.
"Bogey."
"Yes, Massa Tinker."
"We'll jest take the floor togeder and show dem female gals what de poetry of motion is like."
"Yah, yah!" grinned Bogey; "go it, my hunkey boy."
And they did go it.
There was not much of the poetry of motion about it, their dance being of the breakdown genus.
And to tell the truth, the ladies appeared more frightened than pleased with the darkeys' extraordinary evolutions.