Oom Sam turned to Captain Francis.
"King him quite satisfied," he declared.

"Him all explained before--he agree." The King suddenly woke up again.

He clutched Sam by the arm, and whispered in his ear.

This time it was Sam who grinned.
"King, him say him signed paper twice," he explained.

"Him want four barrels of rum now." Trent laughed harshly.
"He shall swim in it, Sam," he said; "he shall float down to hell upon it." Oom Sam explained to the King that, owing to the sentiments of affection and admiration with which the white men regarded him, the three barrels should be made into four, whereupon his Majesty bluntly pronounced the audience at an end and waddled off into his Imperial abode.
The two Englishmen walked slowly back to the hut.