nd plumes at the head,
swinging a gorgeous baton.

Cleary exhibited it to Carlos.

"There is our elderly friend," said he, indicating the drum-major. "He
is leading the national war-dance of our people. There is the tom-tom,"
he added triumphantly, pointing at the bass-drum, which was
fortunately presented in full relief.

Carlos was taken aback, and he made a guttural exclamation of surprise.

"Do you dress like that when you are at home?" he asked of Colonel
James.

"I do," replied the colonel majestically.

"Then I bow down before you," said the chief, kneeling down and
touching the ground with his forehead three times. "But," he added, as
he rose to his feet, "you have not yet proved that we are brothers.
Where are your tattoo-marks? Look at mine!"

"Sam, strip," whispered Cleary, and Sam tore off his coat and shirt,
displaying the masterpieces of the artistic boatswain. A cry of
admiration went up from the assembled savages. Carlos rushed at
him, threw his arms about his neck, and rubbed his nose violently
against his.

"For heaven's sake, save me, Cleary!" cried Sam. "My nose will be worse
than Saunder's, and Marian is prejudiced against damaged noses."

Cleary thought it best not to interfere, and finally the chief grew
tired of this exercise. He hardly paid any attention while Cleary
showed the modest tattoo-marks on his arms, and Colonel James exhibited
equally insignificant symbols on his, for he, too, had been tattooed in
his youth. He was too much engrossed in Sam's red hair and his
variegated cuticle.

"Here is the picture of the water-ordeal which you forgot to look at,"
said Cleary, as he collected the photographs. "This is my friend again
with his head in the water and his legs stretched out in supplication
to the god of the temple."

Carlos looked at it in ecstasy.

"Oh, my brothers!" he cried. "To think that I should not have known
you! You torture each other just as we do. You are tattooed just as we
are! You have bigger feathers and bigger dances and bigger tom-toms.
You are bigger savages than we are! Come, let us feast together."

The repast was soon prepared in the center of the clearing. The
prisoners, now unbound, washed and happy, were seated in the place of
honor on each side of the chief. A huge pot of miscellaneous food was
set down in the midst, and they all began to eat with their fingers,
the chief picking out the tid-bits for his