"I've told you what One-eye says.
These dusky gents sometimes exaggerate of course--" "Now and then," admitted Monty.
"But where there's smoke you mean there's prob'ly some one smoking hams ?" suggested Yerkes.
"I mean, let's find that ivory!" said Fred.
"We might do worse than make an inquiry or two," Monty assented cautiously.
"Didums, you damned fool, you're growing old! You're wasting time! You're trying to damp enthusiasm! You're--you're--" "Interested, Fred.

I'm interested.

Let's--" "Let's find that ivory and to hell with caution! Why, man alive, it's the chance of a million lifetimes!" "Well, then," said Monty, "admitting the story's true for the sake of argument, how do you propose to get on the track of the secret ?" "Get on it?
I am on it! Didn't One-eye say Tippoo Tib is alive and in Zanzibar?
The old rascal! Many a slave he's done to death! Many a man he's tortured! I propose we catch Tippoo Tib, hide him, and pull out his toe-nails one by one until be blows the gaff!" (To hear Fred talk when there is nothing to do but talk a stranger might arrive at many false conclusions.) "If there's any truth in the story at all," said Monty, "government will have done everything within the bounds of decency to coax the facts from Tippoo Tib.

I suspect we'd have to take our chance and simply hunt.

But let's hear Juma's story." So the old attendant left off sprinkling water from a yellow jar, and came and stood before us.