With your boys, that makes six heads the _Arangi_ owes.

But what of it?
There's one salt-water village, acrost on the weather coast, where the _Arangi_ owes eighteen.

I recruited them for Aolo, and being salt-water men they put them on the _Sandfly_ that was lost on the way to the Santa Cruz.

They've got a jack- pot over there on the weather coast--my word, the boy that could get my head would be a second Carnegie! A hundred and fifty pigs and shell money no end the village's collected for the chap that gets me and delivers." "And they ain't--yet," Haggin snorted.
"No fear," was the cheerful retort.
"You talk like Arbuckle used to talk," Haggin censured.

"Manny's the time I've heard him string it off.