"You had better give them to him, for he will take them anyway," advised Bulala.
Doc turned and looked at Dick. "What are we going to do about it?" he asked.
"Tell him we'll freeze at night without our clothes, Bulala," cried Dick.
Bulala and Galla Galla held a lengthy discourse at the end of which the former announced that the chief insisted upon having their clothes, but would furnish them with other apparel to take its place.
"Well, tell him to trot it out," snapped Doc.
Again there was much haggling, but finally the chief sent one of his warriors to bring a handful of filthy calico rags, which he threw at the feet of the two boys. Doc started to argue the question, but Bulala's council, combined with the menacing attitude of Galla Galla, convinced the twins that they could do nothing but comply with the commands of their captor.
"I'm going to take the things out of my pockets," said Doc.
"They'll probably swipe everything we've got, but if possible we ought to try to save our knives," suggested Dick.
And sure enough, the first thing that came out of Dick's pocket, which happened to be a fountain pen, Galla Galla held out his hand to receive.