to whoever leads 'em to it, but they can't believe any one's as soft as that surely! They'll be lucky if they get ten per cent.

of it themselves! Man alive, but they say there's a whale of a hoard of it! Hundreds o' tons of ivory, all waiting to be found, and fossicked out, an' took! Say--if I was some o' those Greeks for instance, tell you what I'd do: I'd off to Zanzibar, an' kidnap Tippoo Tib.

The old card's still living.

I'd apply a red-hot poker to his silver-side an' the under-parts o' his tripe-casings.

He'd tell me where the stuff is quicker'n winking! Supposin' I was a Greek without morals or no compunctions or nothin', that's what I'd do! I don't hold with allowin' any man to play dog in the manger with all that plunder!" "Have you a notion where the stuff might be ?" Fred wondered guilelessly.
"Ah! That 'ud be tellin'!" We had crossed the water that divides Mombasa from the mainland.
Behind us lay the prettiest and safest harbor on all that thousand-league-long coast; before us was the narrow territory that still paid revenue and owed nominal allegiance to the Sultan of Zanzibar, although really like the rest of those parts under British rule.