“That is something,” said No Foot, and he scratched his stomach thoughtfully.
“I will also,” said No Man, “put in a great many pictures of very beautiful women who have run away from their husbands for desire of you.”
No Foot grinned.
“You shall have the little spear heads.”
“They must be of this bigness,” said No Man, and he showed No Foot just what he wanted.
“And when do I get my bone?”
“I shall labor hard, but it will be some time. When do I get my flints?”
“On the very day that I get my bone.”
“I would like them in two days.”