The king was offered a whole bottle of goo-goo if he would only divulge the secret, but he was obdurate.
"No, no, no," said Carrambo. "He say de debbil no catchee he foh many many long year yet."
Then his majesty proceeded with the story.
"De white men now begin to dig holes in the earf. Dey want to make hole for bad men to come up throo, and cut all de throats of my fadder's fadder's fadder's pore people.
"De ole ole king he fink, 'I no can stand dis no mo'." "Den one night in de dark folest he gadder his people togedder.
"He 'splain to dem all 'bout de big hole. 'Plaps,' he say, 'eben to-mollow de bad white debbils come up out ob de hole, and catchee us foh tlue.'
"And de ole king's people shake wid anger.
"'Kill, kill, kill, and eat the fire-stick men!' dey cly.
"Dey shake moh and moh wid anger, den de ole king say, 'Vely well, all kill'.
"Dat night, out on de plain de moon he shine. De moon hab one big led (red) face. He look down, he smile and laugh. 'Kill, kill!' he seem to say. 'Kill de white debbils and dair wives, kill de white piccaninnies too. Make much fine bobbery, much fine kill. I not tell.'