But if a woman does, and she's a friend of mine, that's different! Are you the lord, sir ?" -- ---------------- * Askari, native soldier.
-- ---------------- "What do you propose ?" asked Fred.
"Help me find that ivory!" said Coutlass.

"I have very little money left, but I have guns, and courage! I know where to look, and I am not afraid! No German can scare me! I am English-American-Greek!--better than any hundred Germans! Let us find the ivory, and share it! Let us get it out through British territory, or the Congo, so that no German sausage can interfere with us or take away one tusk! Gee-rusalem, how I hate the swine.

Let us put one over on them! Let us get the ivory to Europe, and then flaunt the deed under their noses! Let us send one little tip of a female tusk to the Kaiser for a souvenir--female in proof it is all illegitimate, illegal, outlawed! Let us send him a piece of ivory and a letter telling him all about it, and what we think of him and his swine-officials! His lieutenants and his captains! Let us smuggle the ivory out through the Congo--it can be done! It can be done! I, Georges Coutlass, will find the ivory, and find the way!" "No need to smuggle it out," said Fred.

"The British government will give us ten per cent., or so I understand, of the value of all of it we find in British East." Georges Coutlass threw back his head and roared with laughter, slapped his thighs, held his sides--then coughed for two or three minutes, and spat blood.
"You are the lord, all right!" he gasped as soon as he could get breath.

"No need to smuggle it! Ha-ha! May I be damned! Ten per cent.