Stacy, having it all his own way with his fists, now received a kick from the buck that nearly ended the fight.
"Wow! That's your style, is it?" groaned Chunky, then he ducked, came up and planted a smashing blow on the buck's jaw that sent the latter fairly crashing to earth.
That ended the fight. Afraid Of His Face made a few futile struggles to get to his feet, then lay back wearily. Chunky puffed out his chest and strutted back and forth a few times.
"Huh!" grunted Chick-a-pan-a-gi. "Fat boy heap brave warrior."
"You bet I am. But it's nothing. You ought to see me in a real fight."
"Hurrah for Chunky!" shouted Ned Rector. "Hip, hip, hurrah!"
Professor Zepplin now strode forward, laying a heavy hand on the fat boy's shoulder.
"Ouch!" groaned Chunky. "Don't do that Don't you know I haven't any skin on my body?"
"You don't deserve to have any. Be good enough to explain how this trouble arose?"
The chief was asking the same question of the other young savages in his own language and they were telling him in a series of guttural explosions.