"You did that well," said he; "when you go back to your people there will be no youth that you cannot master. Now let me show you something else."
Jack carefully instructed him in the method of flinging an antagonist over his shoulders. Arowaka soon caught the idea, but when, in his confidence, he offered to engage in a trial with his teacher, the latter laughed, and shook his head.
"No; I have never been tossed that way, and I don't want you to drive my head into the ground."
It really looked as if he was afraid of Arowaka, but you know he was not. He was wise, however, in making Arowaka think so.
To please Hua-awa-oma, the youths once more locked arms. It would have awakened suspicion had Jack allowed the other to beat him again, but he went as near to it as was prudent. He struggled long, and when the two went down, it was side by side. Then, when they tried it again, he threw Arowaka fairly.
Once more, and for the last time, they assailed each other, Jack, by what seemed a failure to catch a feint of the other, falling under him. The boys rose to their feet, and the smiling chieftain shook hands with both. Not only that, but he patted Jack on the shoulder and said--
"Brave boy! Hua-awa-oma friend--Jack come with Hua-awa-oma."
The lad was a little startled by this invitation to enter the Indian camp with the sachem. He would have much preferred to join his friends and go home, but he was afraid to object, and he knew that he would be safe so long as in the company of Hua-awa-oma.
"I will go with my friend the great chief," he said, picking up his gun, and pausing for the sachem to lead the way.
He-who-Fights-Without-Falling stepped off, followed by Jack and Arowaka, the two youths walking side by side. It was the arrival of this little party which caused such a sensation in camp, and which you will agree, was the most important of the three that took place.