dare say a word against the Professor, or
John.

"We marveled at that. The Professor went out among the people of all the
tribes, and never carried a weapon of any kind. But no one would have
dared to injure him. If a man had even attempted to injure him the
people would have torn him to pieces. Then I understood. Right was and
is _Might_, but it takes a savage a long time to understand it, and he
must learn it from something practical that comes to him in every day
life; he will never know it in any other way."

Harry walked on in silence.

CHAPTER IX

THE GIANT CHIEF AND HIS "PALACE"

We must now return to George and see how he fared during the first night
of his captivity. After the Chief had seated himself, and had begun to
examine the articles taken from George, the latter had an opportunity to
examine the surroundings more closely.

The Chief made no remarks to him, nor did he ask him to be seated. At
the moment he entered the room he noticed the chair. As the Chief did
not pay any attention to him after they entered, George walked over and
deliberately sat down on it.

The two attendants who carried in the articles, stared at him, and the
women and children, particularly the latter, seemed to be paralyzed at
his attitude seated in the chair. It was covered with dust, an evidence
that it was never used for the purposes of a seat. On reflection, he
thought that must be the reason they looked at him so queerly.

The Chief, however, gave no indication that his act was a rude or
questionable one. He tried on the cartridge belt, but it was far too
short for his corpulent body, and George could hardly repress a laugh,
as he noticed the attempt to adjust it.

The field glasses came in for a share of attention, then the silver
match box, and the women craned their heads forward, as it glittered.
The Chief held it off from his eyes, so he could properly view it; just
as George had often seen women do in trying to match articles.

All the while the Chief was emitting grunts betokening pleasure and
satisfaction. The adjusting screw on the field glass next attracted his
attention. The turning moved the barrels in and out, and this was, in
all probability, the most remarkable thing he ever saw.

George could stand it no longer. He left his seat, the younger children
shrinking back as he arose, and quietly walked to the Chief, and sat
down in front of him. As he did so he pointed to the match safe which
t