The doctor came out, meeting the messenger, and Dan, who was on the watch, followed him with what was required.
The necessary attention to the wound followed, and the doctor quite excitedly pointed out with what wonderful rapidity the terrible injury was healing up.
“There,” he suddenly cried, turning to the little chief, who stood leaning upon his spear, “you need not bring your friend any more, for we are going away.”
The little fellow gazed up wonderingly in his eyes, and Mark burst out laughing.
“What does that mean?” cried the doctor sharply, but without moving his eyes from the pale yellow ring that encircled the pigmy’s brow. Then lowering his eyes he searchingly looked at the bangles on wrist and arm. “Do you hear what I said? What does that mean?” he asked.
“I was laughing at you for speaking so seriously,” said Mark. “He can’t understand a word.”
“Of course not,” said the doctor. “Why, Mark,” he cried, “I believe you are right, boy.”
“That it is not brass?” said Mark excitedly.
“That it is not brass,” replied the doctor. “Where can they obtain it?”
“Not in the woods, surely,” said Mark.