MY WIFE HOLDS THE GUN 213 



About all the effect this adyise had on me was to 

 swell the mental pictiire I had of my film's future 

 earnings. 



I won't go into details. It isn't a pleasant story. 

 But Osa and I landed on Malekula full of confidence. 

 It was all jungle surrounded by a coral beach. We 

 foolishly went right in among the black savages and 

 began to film them. We got separated and were 

 taken prisoners. Osa was led to a village and I was 

 headed for the pot. Luckily the commanding officer 

 of a British man-of-war, on hearing of our projected 

 visit to the island, got worried and came after us. 

 He effected our rescue just in time. 



Naturally I felt a little conscience-stricken for 

 having gotten Osa in such a mess. "Had enough of 

 this?" I asked her soon afterward. 



"Have you got the film you came after?" she 

 retorted. 



I confessed I hadn't. 

 * ' ' Then let 's get it , " said she firmly. 



How could a man fail with a wife like that? 



Now that we were both broken in and knew our 

 cocoanuts, so to speak, we chartered a little yawl 

 and went up among the Solomon Islands. On the 

 Snark Jack London had shown me the most interest- 

 ing spots of this charming group. 



Osa had her troubles from the outset. I had hired 

 a black boy to cook for us and the crew. The second 



