Mealy-mealy emitted a sudden whooping roar of laughter.
"So am I," he said.
Mr. Pottle collapsed limply into the steamer-chair.
"What's your name?" he asked in a weak voice.
"Bert Lee, head barber at the Schmidt House, Bucyrus, Ohio," said the big man. He slapped his fat, bare chest. "Me—Lee," he said, and laughed till the jungle echoed.
"Did you read 'Green Isles, Brown Man-Eaters, and a White Man'?" asked Mr. Pottle, feebly.
"Yes."
"I'd like to meet the man who wrote it," said Mr. Pottle.