"Hugh," said Jack, "did you count the number of people at the village?"
"Yes," said Hugh, "I did: three women, three children, and the old man."
"Well," said Jack, "did you count the dogs?"
"No," said Hugh; "I reckon I forgot to count the dogs. There were a lot of them, I know."
"Nineteen," said Jack. "I counted them. Three or four times I had them all counted, and then a lot more would show up. There were a lot lying down sunning themselves when I got there, and after they had got up and come round to threaten us, a lot more came out of the house. This nineteen that I counted didn't include the pups. I looked into a little pen built of sticks, near one of the houses, and there were nine puppies in there, just able to waddle, and I saw some others not much older wandering about."
"Ah," said Charlie, "call it 'Dogtown'; we haven't any better name for it."
"All right," laughed Jack. "I'll put it down."
"Mr. Fannin," said Jack, after a pause, "I was thinking last night of the hammer that that old Siwash was using to mend his canoe. That was a regular primitive implement, wasn't it?"
"Yes," said Fannin; "you often see the Indians still using these hammers. I suppose to an Indian they are just as good, and maybe lots better, than a white man's hammer."
"Yes," said Jack, "I don't see why they shouldn't be; but while the hammer was old-fashioned and primitive, the strip of tin which he was nailing over the cracks in the bottom of the canoe and the tacks were modern. Where do you suppose he got them?"