“I can’t believe——”
“Well, come and see!”
So the procession started through the indolent cluster of natives toward the cruiser’s tender.
They were going to try modern magic.
But Jack held back.
“You can’t be going to take me out on that fine boat—and feed me, and treat me like a white man!” he demurred, unable to believe in his good angels.
“We certainly are;” asserted Bill. “And loan you decent clothes, and treat you like a king!”
He had hardly finished when Jack turned on his heel and started away; over his shoulder, in his whining tones, he called to them.
“Then wait—I got to bathe me first!”
The magic was already working!