"Well, what is it now, Sambo?" demanded Aladdin, frowning at the intruder.
"YOU RUBBED THE LAMP, I BELIEVE?"
"Your orders, sir," said the blackamoor. "You rubbed the lamp, I believe?"
Aladdin's heart leaped into his mouth. He had rubbed the lamp twice, and twice had it brought him aid! Surely, there must be some magic about this.
"What if I did rub the lamp?" he queried, in a tremulous voice. "What's that got to do with you?"
"I and my comrades are slaves of the lamp, as your Highness very well knows," replied the blackamoor. "Whatever your commands, the United Order of Amalgamated Genii must obey."
"Hooray!" cried Aladdin, dancing a wild fandango about the room. "Who wants the handsome waiter?"
As the full import of his new-found treasure dawned upon his mind, the lad's ecstasy bade fair to surpass all bounds, but the chilling voice of Bondifeller served to calm his effervescing spirit.