At last, dead beat, I sat down on a slab of coquina. And when I was able to articulate I turned around toward Mink.
"You'll have to drop your camera and come over and help me," I panted. "I'm all in!"
"Not quite," he said.
For a moment I did not understand him; then under my outraged eyes, and within the hearing of my horrified ears a terrible thing occurred.
"Now, ladies!" yelled Mink, "all on for the fine-ally! Up-stage there, you red-headed little spot-crabber! Mabel! Take the call! Now smile the whole bloomin' bunch of you!"
What was he saying? I did not comprehend. I stared dully at the six cave-girls as they grouped themselves in a semi-circle behind me.
Then, as one of them came up and unfolded a white strip of cloth behind my head, the others drew from concealed pockets in their kilts of cat-fur, little silk flags of all nations and began to wave them.
Paralyzed I turned my head. On the strip of white cloth, which the tallest cave-girl was holding directly behind my head, was printed in large black letters:
SUNSET SOAP
For one cataclysmic instant I gazed upon this hideous spectacle, then with an unearthly cry I collapsed into the arms of the nicest looking one.