Promise him anything so long as you can square it up." So I went, taking a bottle of arnica and some court plaster with me, to find Shadrach surrounded by sympathizers and weeping with rage over the insult, which, he said, had been offered to his ancient and distinguished race in his own unworthy person.

I did my best for him physically and mentally, pointing out, as I dabbed the arnica on his sadly disfigured countenance, that he had brought the trouble on himself, seeing that he had really no business to poison Pharaoh because he had tried to bite him.

He answered that his reason for wishing to kill the dog was quite different, and repeated at great length what he had told the Professor--namely, that it might betray us while we were passing through the Fung.

Also he went on so venomously about revenge that I thought it time to put a stop to the thing.
"See here, Shadrach," I said, "unless you unsay those words and make peace at once, you shall be bound and tried.

Perhaps we shall have a better chance of passing safely through the Fung if we leave you dead behind us than if you accompany us as a living enemy." On hearing this, he changed his note altogether, saying that he saw he had been wrong.