How could he secure it? that was the question. Why, that stone was a fortune in itself. Robbing a cannibal king might not be much of a crime, but the treasure-hunters recoiled from the idea.
Barter! Ha! that indeed. Finance is a fine thing!
Frank held out a handful of beautiful beads, and pointed to the god's grinning head.
But the king looked frightened, and shook his head.
Frank replaced the beads in his pocket.
The king looked wofully sad.
"The wine," said Frank, and Duncan produced it. He poured some out into a little tin cup and drank, then corked the bottle.
"Goo--goo--goo!" exclaimed the king, excitedly.
"Why, the old rogue," said Duncan, "knows what it is. Let him smell the bottle."
"Confound him, no! He'd seize and drink the lot."