The savages showed their delight in his prowess.
"Dan good!" said Kural.
"Dan big chief!" replied Kurt, his mouth full, and reached into a stew pot with a forked stick.
As the boy smiled at them, waving a bone that he was gnawing, Dick sang out:
"Take care, Dan! I was tipped off that the Kungoras smuggled in part of a Muta-Kunga brave among the stew meat."
Dan pulled back hastily and stared at the big pot in which vegetables and chunks of meat were mingled.
"You take?" asked Kurul.
"Stew good!" suggested Kurt with a broad smile.
"No thanks," gasped Dan Carter, turning a little pale. "I don't—think I care—for any more."
He got up hastily and left the circle of heavy eaters.