MY WIFE HOLDS THE GUN 211 



me in my plan. I had tempting opportunities to 

 break off and go into other lines of business. Several 

 times I wavered. 



One night I explained a particularly attractive 

 offer to Osa in our hotel. "You know we might be 

 barking up the wrong tree," I reminded her. "May- 

 be it would be better to stop here and look this 

 proposition over." 



She hopped off the edge of the bed as if she had sat 

 on a tack. She grabbed the lapel of my coat and 

 gave it a shake. 



"Look here, Martin Johnson," she exclaimed. 

 "You are the one who started us on this South Sea 

 Island business. I agreed to go there with you. 

 And that's where I'm going. So don't be flirting 

 around with these other things until we've got this 

 first job done!" 



Well, there was no use arguing when she felt like 

 that. Many a time since then she's kept me on a 

 straight course. I think a man's wife can be keel 

 and rudder to him at times. 



Osa's tenacious enthusiasm as much as anything 

 else inspired me to do something big. I planned a 

 five reel feature showing life in the South Seas. 

 That wouldn't mean much these days. But at that 

 time no one had attempted anything of the sort 

 longer than one reel. I chose the title "Cannibals 

 of the South Seas." Osa confessed afterward that 



