present, and, like a child, the king is amused by the latest novelty. So far he has scorred one on us," he added, as once more they heard the unmelodious strains of the banjo slowly picked. "The king is evidently learning to play the instrument, and he'd rather have that than a phonograph which only winds up."
"But haven't you some other things you can give the king to off-set the banjo?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Plenty of them, replied Tom. "But if I give him—say a toy steam engine, for I have one among our things—what is to prevent Delby giving him some other novelty that will take his attention? In that way we'll sea-saw back and forth, and I guess Delby has had more experience in this business than I have. It's going to be a question which of us gets a giant."
"Bless my reserved seat ticket!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "I never heard of such a thing! But, Tom, I'm sure we'll win out."
"Get something startling to give the king," advised Ned, and Tom began opening one of the boxes that had been transported with such labor from the coast.
"Delby had much better luck with his mule drivers than we did Tom," remarked Ned as he saw the two natives standing by the pack animals
