Then, if we find the information is even approximately right, why, we'll pay for it." "Ah-h-h! You intend to play a trick on me! You use my information! You find the ivory! You go out by the Congo River and the other coast, and I kiss myself good-by to you and ivory and money! I am to be what d'you call it ?--a milk-pigeon!" "Being that must be some sensation!" nodded Yerkes.
"I warn you I can not be tampered with!" snarled the Greek, putting on his hat with a flourish.

"I leave you, for you to think it over! But I tell you this--I promise you--I swear! Any expedition in search of that ivory that does not include Georges Coutlass on his own terms is a delusion--a busted flush--smashed--exploded--pfff!--so--evanesced before the start! My address is Zanzibar! Every street child knows me! When you wish to know my terms, tell the first man or child you meet to lead you to the house where Georges Coutlass lives! Good morning, Lord Skirtsshubrish! We will no doubt meet again!" He turned his back on us and strode from the room--a man out of the middle ages, soldierly of bearing, unquestionably bold, and not one bit more venial or lawless than ninety per cent.

of history's gallants, if the truth were told.
"Let's hope that's the last of him!" said Monty.

"Can't say I like him, but I'd hate to have to spoil his chances." "Last of him be sugared!" said Yerkes.

"That's only the first of him! He'll find seven devils worse than himself and camp on our trail, if I know anything of Greeks--that's to say, if our trail leads after that ivory.