THE YANKEE AND THE KING SOLD AS SLAVES Well, what had I better do?
Nothing in a hurry, sure.

I must get up a diversion; anything to employ me while I could think, and while these poor fellows could have a chance to come to life again.

There sat Marco, petrified in the act of trying to get the hang of his miller-gun--turned to stone, just in the attitude he was in when my pile-driver fell, the toy still gripped in his unconscious fingers.

So I took it from him and proposed to explain its mystery.

Mystery! a simple little thing like that; and yet it was mysterious enough, for that race and that age.
I never saw such an awkward people, with machinery; you see, they were totally unused to it.