You know how firm a friend I can be, as well as how savage an enemy! You know I would never be false to a friend such as you--to a man whom I admire as I do you!" Will Yerkes, who had tried to keep a straight face, now went off into peals of laughter, rolling over on his back and rocking his legs in the air--a performance that did not appear to discourage Coutlass in the least.

Brown was far from amused.

He advised throwing the Greek into the lake.
"Remember those cattle o' mine!" he insisted.
"Yes!" agreed Coutlass.

"Remember those cattle! Consider what a man of quick decision and courage I am! How useful I can be! What a forager! What a guide! What a fighting man! What a hunter! What a liar on behalf of my friends! What a danger for my friends' enemies! What are the cattle of a drunkard like Brown--the poor unhappy sot!--compared to the momentary needs of a gentleman! Ah! By the ordeal! I am a gentleman, and that is the secret of it all! You, Mr.
Oakes, as one brave gentleman, can not despise the right hand of friendship of Georges Coutlass, another gentleman! I know you can not! You haven't it in you! You were born under another star than that! I have confidence! I sit contented!" "You good-for-nothing villain!" Fred grinned.

"I'll take you at your word!" and Brown of Lumbwa gasped, the very hairs of his red beard bristling.
"I knew you would!" said Coutlass calmly.