It always began with a few somersaults.
Bruno needed no looking after.

He knew his business, and went through his own repertoire with great energy and excitement.

The accompanying barks were probably involuntary, but they were a great help in astonishing and impressing the natives.
Even in this instance I was unwilling to retire defeated; so suddenly pulling out one of my little reed whistles capable of producing two notes, I commenced a violent jig to my own "music." The effect on the scowling and ferocious-looking blacks was quite magical.

They immediately threw down their spears and laughed uproariously at my vigorous antics.

I danced till I was quite tired, but managed to wind up the entertainment with a few somersaults, which impressed them vastly.
I had conquered.