"I don't mean the food, I mean your remarks about it."
"Oh!"
"How many persons are there in your tribe, chief?" asked the Professor politely.
The chief looked at Dad.
"Two hundred and fifty, Professor," the guide made answer for their host.
"They are a fine lot of Indians, too."
"Including the squaws, two hundred and fifty?"
"Yes."
"Do they not sit down with us?" asked Professor Zepplin, glancing up at Chi-i-wa and some of her sisters, who were standing muffled in their blankets, despite the heat of the day, gazing listlessly at the diners.
"Certainly not in the presence of the white man or heads of other tribes," answered Jim.
"Say, what is this meat?" whispered Chunky again, helping himself to another slice.