He sings this way--" And then the Shadow, with that wonderful power of accurate mimicry which is so strong in all natural human beings, began to trill out at once, with a very good Parisian accent, a few lines from a well-known song in "La Fille de Madame Angot:" "Quand on conspi-re, Quand sans frayeur On pent se di-re Conspirateur, Pour tout le mon-de Il faut avoir Perruque blon-de Et collet noir-- Perruque blon-de Et collet noir." "That's how the King of the Birds sings," the Shadow said, as he finished, throwing back his head, and laughing with all his might at his own imitation.

"So funny, isn't it?
It's exactly like the song of the pink-crested parrot." "Why, Toko, it's French," Felix exclaimed, using the Fijian word for a Frenchman, which the Shadow, of course, on his remote island, had never before heard.

"How on earth did he come here ?" "I can't tell you," Toko answered, waving his arms seaward.

"He came from the sun, like yourselves.

But not in a sun-boat.