Yerkes threw an orange at him, more by way of recognition than
remonstrance. We had not heard Fred sing since he tried to charm
cholera victims in the Bundesrath's fo'castle, and, like the rest of
us, he had his rights. He sang with legs spread wide in front of him,
and head thrown back, and, each time be came to the chorus, kept on
repeating it until we joined in.

There's a prize that's full familiar from Zanzibar to
France;
From Tokio to Boston; we are paid it in advance.
It's the wages of adventure, and the wide world knows the
feel
Of the stuff that stirs good huntsmen all and brings the
hounds to heel!
It's the one reward that's gratis and precedes the
toilsome task--
It's the one thing always better than an optimist can
ask!
It's amusing, it's amazing, and it's never twice the
same;
It's the salt of true adventure and the glamour of the
game!

CHORUS
It is tem-tem-pitation!
The one sublime sensation!
You may doubt it, but without it
There would be no derring-do!
The reward the temptee cashes
Is too often dust and ashes,