— “But, But... I will not serve as a meal, will I, chief?” Ah, but yes! At least, everything seemed to be pointing that way! The gods tied them to the torture post, powdered their feet with salt, and brought the goat. Fortunately for them, the goat, disgusted, did not dare to lick such stinking dirty feet. They did try their best to force it, but nothing could make it do it.

 

 — “Well! let's go on immediately to the following torment: devour them, Brutus!”
   The animal didn't need to be told twice. It lept on them ...
Be reassured,  dear readers: the story does not finish here.
... It lept on them, and to make the pleasure last, contented itself with looking at them with a greedy expression.
 — “Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick! the sleeping gas, in your bag! said the professor, half crushed. Get it!”
 — “O.K., chief!”
  And Jack rummaged in his bag, but he didn't find the gas! Fortunately, Jack always had on him some small honey candies of which he was very fond. Regretfully, he offered some to Brutus who also liked them, and it became as gentle as a lamb.

Thereupon, they fled without waiting for the animal to finish the candy, and succeeded in getting past the entrance. — “Wowwwwwww! I will not end up in a stomach, tralala!” — “O.K., O.K. Now, we have to find out how to get off the island.” — “Not by swimming, I hope!” Oof, no. They found a pedal boat dealer a little further.  — “Give us your most beautiful model, my good man.” — “Why, it's out of the question! I took my retirement yesterday, and I closed up shop. Because there is a customer every three months, here. It is not very touristic.” — “Come on, please, make an effort!”

— “Well, O.K.,” began again the salesman pointing to an old very rusty pedal boat which looked mildewed. It's my best model, and that'll be 200 bucks.”
— “But it's a swindle! give us the least expensive!”
— “It's either that or swimming!”
— “Oh well, it is my nice little assistant who will pay that small bill.”
— “Hey, but... O.K., O.K.! griped the poor Jack, two hundred bucks, that makes it very ‘deer’! After having solved these few problems, they took the pedal boat, which fortunately held out to the shore.
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When they arrived at the Temple, they found Tutenkhamen, sipping quietly his goat milk.    (Hey, sure! in the time of the Pharaohs, they did not know the good whisky of our days.)  “Here it is, your diamond! said the professor who had managed to keep it in spite of everything. We have really taken it at the peril of our lives!” — “O.K., O.K., thank you. To reward you, here's a map which indicates the site of my treasure. Take all you want, but not too much, because my treasure is important: it will follow me to the country of the dead. And what will my wife say, when I find her, if she realizes that I don't have any of it any left! You will take these fish with you when you go in, it is very important. Quickly take something before I leave!”

 
Delighted, our two friends did not have to be told twice; and thanks to the map, they found the treasure room. But hardly had they entered, that ten mummified cats jumped on them. Guardians of the treasure!
 — “Quickly, Jack, the fish!”

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