“Well, professor,” said Coddington, “how did that hit you?”
“Great!” was the enthusiastic answer. “How often do they perform?”
“Whenever I bid them. I keep them to amuse me.”
“Shade of Absalom! If I owned this harem, I’d tire them out dancing. What’s next on the program?”
“I will call in some of my wives.”
“Were there any in that bevy?”
“Oh, no; those are nothing but dancing girls. The ladies of the harem are more select and beautiful.”
“Call them! You can’t hurry them too much to suit me.”
“But there are certain rules to which I must conform, else I forfeit my rights. You know, the ladies of the harem never enter this room when more than one man is present. If I call them, it will be necessary for the colonel and myself to retire.”
“And leave me alone with them?” gasped Zenas.