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 The Colonel knelt quickly and caught his head. "What's the matter? Sunstroke?"

With long, trembling finger Old Reliable pointed to a whirlpool where that black Thing had disappeared. "Naw suh, Cunnel—yonder's one o' dem crocks. Please suh, gimme a drink o' whiskey. I feels mighty sick." While Zack moaned in the cabin, Lyttleton searched his kit for a return present to give the Sultan; then followed the Golo delegation to square His Majesty's Government with the Despot of Bong.