different, you know. The bearded one is pleased with me and
has not brought his poison bottles of late, but thank you for
not wanting me to die just now. I do not know of any treasure
in Bluar Boor, but I refer you to the enclosed letter which
tells something of treasure elsewhere. I hope your search on
Wecanicut, my dear sir, will be richly rewarded.

Please note that I refer to _natives_, not _savages_. There
is a vasty difference; more than you perhaps might suppose.

May I inscribe myself your most humble servant,

THE BOTTLE MAN.

P.S. I'm so glad your Bones are still where they belong.


Greg was counting elaborately on his fingers, and said:

"I believe he answered _everything_ in my letter, but please let me
have it, because there are some things I need to work out myself."

"Now for the business," Jerry said. "This must be the whole sad
story of his life,--there's pages of it. Coil yourself up
comfortably, Chris, and I'll fire away."

So I coiled up beside Greg on the Gloucester hammock, and Jerry
began to read.