But despite the gruesomeness of the place they spent several minutes there, unable to tear themselves away from its terrible fascination.
At last Mr. Holton made for the outside.
“Now for something more pleasant,” he said. “What is there, boys?”
“Plenty,” answered Joe. “There are games and baskets and carvings and....”
All the remainder of that day was spent in examining the many articles of interest made by the simple savages.
When at last they went back to the hut that was to be theirs during their stay at the village, they found the professor in earnest conversation with the chief and a witch doctor.
The Indians were talking slowly, so that the scientist could pick up every word. He glanced up at the other whites only for a moment, so deeply engrossed was he in what the savages were telling him.
“He seems to be enjoying himself immensely,” observed Joe aside to his chum.
“No doubt about it,” Bob replied. “And look how the Indians are regarding the typewriter. Probably think it’s another of the whites’ magics.”