"Send him victorious! Happy and glorious!" they bellowed.
He quivered with suppressed mirth at my paralysis of surprise.
"Taught 'em that for Marakinoff's benefit!" he gasped.

"Wait till that Red hears it.

He'll blow up.
"Just wait until you hear Yolara lisp a pretty little thing I taught her," said Larry as we set back for what we now called home.

There was an impish twinkle in his eyes.
And I did hear.

For it was not many minutes later that the priestess condescended to command me to come to her with O'Keefe.
"Show Goodwin how much you have learned of our speech, O lady of the lips of honeyed flame!" murmured Larry.
She hesitated; smiled at him, and then from that perfect mouth, out of the exquisite throat, in the voice that was like the chiming of little silver bells, she trilled a melody familiar to me indeed: "She's only a bird in a gilded cage, A bee-yu-tiful sight to see--" And so on to the bitter end.
"She thinks it's a love-song," said Larry when we had left.