But he handed him some in a cocoa-nut shell, and having gulped that down, he handed the shell back to be refilled.
Frank laughed, but shook his head.
He now offered the beads and the bottle for the diamond, and at once the cannibal yielded.
He waddled over towards the god, and digging out the glorious gem with the point of an ugly crease--which doubtless had slit many an innocent throat--he handed it to the financier, Frank Trelawney.
Frank first put it carefully in his pocket, then he proceeded to insert three beautiful and large beads in the hole in the god's forehead, left empty by the abstraction of the gem.
"Goo--goo--goo!" cried the king.
"Don't be a big baby! You'll have the wine in a brace of shakes".
Determined to be honest, Frank not only placed a string of beads about the neck of the idol, but a larger and more handsome one over the king's broad brisket. Then he gave him nutful after nutful of sherry till there wasn't a drop left in the bottle.
The king thought he would sing now.
His song was like the snoring of an Indian frog. But the king was happy.