"This is a black business, Silver Tongue," I said; though, to be exact, I called him Leoalio, which means the same thing in native. "Plack!" he exclaimed. "It's horrible! It's disgusting! They have been cutting off beople's heads!" "Fourteen by one count," I said; "twenty-two by another." "Gabtain," said he with a look of extraordinary gravity, "dere's worse nor that!" "Worse?" I said.