“Or died from heart disease.”
“Fitz Mee, you’re yarning to me; you’ve been yarning to me about your adventure all the way through.”
“Look here!” Fitz cried, grinning impishly. “Wasn’t I on the lion’s back the last you saw of me?”
“Yes.”
“And wasn’t he carrying me off across the sands?”
“Yes.”
“Well, haven’t I come back alive—without a hurt or scratch?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“Well, then, you’ve no good reason to doubt my story. And, Bob, I can tell you something else—something that will surprise you and test your credulity.”
“Let’s hear it.”