he revolver and cartridges, and
then turned over the revolver bullet and shell which George had
exhibited.

It was now plain that the Chief could not understand the use of the
large cartridges. George's mind was working by this time. He did not
recall that the gun was in evidence at any time after they met the first
crowd on the road.

The Chief pointed to the cartridges, and George looked toward the group
which had captured him. This was enough for the wily savage. A stern
command was issued, and in an incredible short space of time the gun
appeared. Where it could have been hidden was a marvel. Certainly these
people must be adepts in the art of concealment.

The Chief handled the gun in a most awkward fashion and George politely
took it from his hand, and after glancing about for a moment, saw a bird
on a branch. This he brought down, upon which one of the men ran
forward, picked it up and brought it to the Chief. After this the weapon
was turned over to him, and the peculiar chuckle that followed was,
undoubtedly, the savage's way of expressing delight.

One of the attendants then came forward at the order of the Chief, who,
after the articles were gathered up, indicated to George that he should
follow, and turned toward the village. George did not regard the
prerogatives of royalty, but he took up a most democratic position by
the side of the Chief, to which the latter did not object.

It required nearly an hour before they reached the village. Women and
children, and boys his own age were in evidence everywhere. They came
out of the huts and followed the procession, on the way to the Chief's
quarters.

Singularly George did not now feel the slightest bit of fear. On the
other hand, there was confidence, a sort of assurance that he could not
express. This feeling came to him, not so much from the general demeanor
of the Chief, as on account of the one act, namely, the return to him of
the revolver.

The Chief's home was an entirely different sort of affair from the other
dwellings. It was noted that, the homes of the ordinary people were made
singularly like those of the tribes on Wonder Island, usually of twigs
braided and brought together at the upper end so as to form cone-like
enclosures, and all were covered with clay, so as to keep out the rains.

Outside of these houses appeared to be the sleeping quarters, and a
glance at some of them impressed George as being exceedingly filthy. The
houses were i