"Them's the only ones I know anything of," confessed Yancy.

"Ever hear tell of lords?" inquired Chills and Fever, tilting his
head on one side.

"No." And Yancy was quick to notice the look of disappointment
on the faces of his new friends. He felt that for some reason,
which was by no means clear to him, he had lost caste.

"Are you ever heard of royalty?" and Cavendish fixed the
invalid's wandering glance.

"You mean kings?"

"I shore do."

Yancy regarded him reflectively and made a mighty mental effort.

"There's them Bible kings--" he ventured at length.

Mr. Cavendish shook his head.

"Them's sacred kings. Are you familiar with any of the profane
kings, Mr. Yancy?"

"Well, taking them as they come, them Bible kings seemed to
average pretty profane." Yancy was disposed to defend this
point.