“That means ‘the buffalo is dead,’” explained his father.
The chief did as he had promised and gave the naturalists several valuable animal skins which he or his men had secured. Among them was that of a leopard, an ant bear, and a serval cat. And in addition the naturalists had the buffalo skin.
“Fortunate for us that we arrived in the village when we did,” smiled Mr. Holton. “As a result of timing so well, we got several worth-while trophies.”
“And had a lot of fun at it, too,” put in Bob.
“Speaking of fun,” went on his father, “we’ll have plenty of that tonight.”
“How’s that?” asked Joe.
“The chief is going to prepare a feast in our honor,” was the answer.
“A feast?” repeated Bob. “What will there be to eat?”
Mr. Holton laughed.
“Perhaps it would be better not to know that,” he chuckled. “But we’ll have to eat a little, or at least to make a big show of it. The buffalo meat won’t taste so bad, though.”