a the season of the trade was drawing to an early close and the had not yet begun to blow they can t dance worth a damn said i had happened to mention that the dances were superior to the and this had denied for no other reason than his but it was too hot to argue and i said nothing besides i had never seen the people dance fu prove it to you he announced to the black new boy a labor who served as cook and general house servant hey you boy you tell m one king come along me the boy departed and back came the prime minister ill at ease and with explanation in short the king slept and was not to be disturbed king he plenty strong sleep was his final sentence was in such a rage that the prime minister fled to return with the king himself they were a magnificent pair the king especially who must have been all of six feet three inches in height his features had the eagle like quality that is so frequently found in those of the north american indian he had been both and born to rule his eyes flashed as he listened but right meekly he obeyed s command to fetch a couple of hundred of the best dancers male and female in the village and dance they did for two mortal hours under that sun they did not love him for it and little he cared in the end them with abuse and the abject of those magnificent savages was how could it be what was the secret of his rule more and more i puzzled as the days went by and though i observed perpetual examples of his never a was there as to how it was one day i happened to speak of my disappointment in failing to trade for a beautiful pair of orange the pair was worth five pounds in if it was worth a cent i had offered two hundred sticks of tobacco to the owner who had held out for three hundred when i casually mentioned the situation immediately sent for the man took the shells from him and turned them over to me fifty sticks were all he permitted me to pay for them the man accepted the tobacco and seemed at getting off so easily as for me i resolved to keep a bridle on my tongue in the future and still i over the secret of s power i even went to the extent of asking him directly but all he did was to cock one ye look wise and take another drink one night i was out fishing in the with the man who had been of the i had made up to him an additional hundred and fifty sticks and he had come to regard me with a respect that was almost veneration which was curious seeing that he was an old man twice my age at least what name you all the same i began on him this he one you plenty too much you just like m dog � plenty fright along that he no eat you he no get m teeth along him what name you too much fright s pose plenty kill m he asked he die i retorted you kill m plenty white man long time before what name you fright this white man yes we kill m plenty was his answer my word any amount long time before one time me young too much one big ship he stop outside wind he no blow plenty we get m plenty we go catch m that ship my word � we catch m big fight two three white men shoot like hell we no fright we come alongside we go up side plenty maybe i think fifty ten five hundred one white mary woman belong that ship never before i see m white mary by plenty white man finish one he no die five six white man no die he sing out some white man he fight some white man he lower away boat after that all together over the side they go he white mary down after that they row strong plenty too much father belong me that time he strong he throw m one spear that spear he go in one side that white mary he no stop my word he go out other side that mary she finish me no fright plenty too much no fright old s pride had been touched for he suddenly stripped down his and showed me the unmistakable of a bullet before i could speak his line ran out suddenly he checked it and attempted to haul in but found that the fish had run around a coral branch casting a look of reproach at me for having him from his he went over the side feet first turning over after he got under and following his line down to bottom the water was ten i leaned over and watched the play of his feet growing dim and as they stirred the wan into ghostly fires ten � sixty feet � it was nothing to him an old man compared with the value of a hook and line after what seemed five minutes though it could not have been more than a minute i saw him flaming upward he broke surface and dropped a rock into the the line and hook the latter still fast in the fish s mouth it may be i said you no fright long ago you plenty fright now along that yes plenty fright he confessed with an air of the subject for half an hour we pulled up our lines and flung them out in silence then small fish began to bite and after losing a hook apiece we hauled in and waited for the to go their way i speak you true broke into speech 