When the rumble of the last wagon died away in the distance, Mahooley said carelessly: "Well, Musq'oosis, you know the old saying: 'Two is company, three is none.'"
Musq'oosis appeared not to have understood.
"In other words, your room is preferred to your company."
Musq'oosis did not budge from the position of the squatting idol. His face likewise was as bland and blank as an image's.
"Oh, in plain English, get!" said Mahooley.
"Go to your teepee," added Bela shortly.
Musq'oosis sat fast.
Mahooley jumped up in a rage. "This is a bit too thick! Get out before I throw you out!"
Musq'oosis, with the extraordinary impassivity of the red race, continued to stare before him. Mahooley, with an oath, seized him by the collar and jerked him to his feet. This was too much for Bela. Her hard air broke up. Jumping to her feet, she commenced to belabour Mahooley's back with her fists.
"Let him go! Let him go!" she commanded.