I tossed the figure into the air, and bringing up my gun to bear upon it,
fired both barrels in immediate succession. They were heavily loaded
with duck-shot, and both charges took effect. The clay figure was broken
into a thousand pieces, and the feathers cut and scattered in every
direction.
" Do you see that ? " said I, addressing Bergamme. " Well, if ever you
or that fellow there come around my house again, with evil intent, by the
great and ever-living Zamba Em Pounga, I will serve you in the same way.
The darkness of the darkest night won't Save you."

Wonder, admiration, and fear were variously depicted upon the faces of
my audience, and, as their tongues became loosened, were expressed in
all kinds of curious exclamations. Never did actor on the stage feel better
assured of having made a decided hit than did I, when I looked at the
powerless and prostrate form of the killer, shivering as if with an ague
fit. There was no further harm to be apprehended from him.
Stepping up to the Mafooka, I took a sup from his brandy jug.
" You did not get this from El Bonito ? " said I.
" No ! it is Portuguese," he replied.
" I thought so. It is very good ; but we have some much better on
board. When she comes back I will send you a couple of bottles."

" And won't you give me one ? " demanded a Formio of distinction.
" With the greatest pleasure."

" And me ? " said another.
" Certainly."

" And me ? and me ? and me ? " shouted the crowd.
