like square port-holes that didn’t let much light in.
“I looked back over my shoulder, and sees High Jack’s face three feet away.
“‘High,’ says I, ‘of all the—’
“And then I noticed he looked funny, and I turned around.
“He’d taken off his clothes to the waist, and he didn’t seem to hear me. I touched him, and came near beating it. High Jack had turned to stone. I had been drinking some rum myself,
“‘Ossified!’ I says to him, loudly. ‘I knew what would happen if you kept it up.’
“And then High Jack comes in from the alcove when he hears me conversing with nobody, and we have a look at Mr. Snakefeeder No. 2. It’s a stone idol, or god, or revised statute or something, and it looks as much like High Jack as one green pea looks like itself. It’s got exactly his face and size and color, but it’s steadier on its pins. It stands on a kind of rostrum or pedestal, and you can see it’s been there ten million years.
“‘He’s a cousin of mine,’ sings High, and then he turns solemn.
“‘Hunky,’ he says, putting one hand on my
