Chapter 63

"Whereat he would roar: 'Well, in this 'ere island there ain't no ruling classes, and there ain't no money, and there's dam' little love, so go and plant more potatoes, you lop-eared sons of Beelzebub.' "At which point the parade broke up in disorder." Sir John was shaking helplessly. "This is a jest, Johnstone. You're joking." "I'm not," answered the other. "But I think you'll admit that the man who started the whole show--the leader of the Black Gang--is a humorist, to put it mildly, who cannot well be spared."…