“Now, Quatty,” commanded Frank, “watch.”
He raised the rifle to his shoulder and pressing the trigger, fired the whole magazine. He reloaded it and handed it to the amazed negro.
“Now you try it,” he said.
A grin of huge delight spread over the black’s face as the automatic weapon shot out its rain of lead. As for the chief he stood stock still, but a look of amazement spread over even his stolid countenance at the exhibition.
“Well, what do you think of it?” asked Frank.
“Dat’s de mostest wonderfulest gun I eber seed,” confessed the darky.
“It will be yours if you guide us to the island where the ‘debbils’ are,” said Frank.
The old darky sighed.
“Ah get de money an’ de canoe as well?” he said at last.
“Of course,” said Frank.