"Ah, really?"
"Yes," said Wharton, sorrowfully; "his wife and I ate him up, and through this circumstance Minnie became a widow."
Natural as it seemed to the captain, Madame Caraman gazed in open horror, and as soon as she could recover the use of her tongue, she asked for explanations.
The captain was not loth to tell his story, and just as he was settling himself comfortably in a chair, Clary exclaimed:
"Before you begin, captain, take a look at the yacht."
"I shall," said Wharton, "but you can rest easy and trust in the Crocodile."
The captain disappeared, and Madame Caraman, turning to Clary, said:
"We have come among strange people."
"We had no other choice, and we might have fared worse."
"Well, I'm much obliged for the consolation—cannibals!"