“I have an idea!” exclaimed Stacy.
“Keep it,” urged Emma. “They seem to be reasonably scarce with you.”
“At least I don’t transmigrate them,” retorted Chunky. “As I was about to remark when interrupted, I have an idea that this outfit will have to browse with the horses if it wishes food.”
“It would be a great flesh-reducer,” murmured Emma, giving Chunky a sidelong glance.
Elfreda suggested that they have a look at the pack-horses selected by Stacy, so they all walked over to the corral, and expressed themselves as well satisfied with Stacy’s selections. One white, mischievous little animal, with a circle of delicate pink about each eye, they named Kitty. The name seemed to fit her. The other two animals they, decided to name later on after learning their peculiarities.
“I’ve ordered pack saddles for them,” announced Hippy, “and a pair of kyacks for each horse.”
“What is a kyack? Something good to eat?” questioned Stacy.
“A kyack is an alforgas,” Emma Dean informed him. “I am amazed at your ignorance.”
“I agree with you, Emma. For once I do,” nodded Hippy. “For your information, Stacy, a kyack is a packing outfit. These are made either of heavy canvas or of rawhide, shaped square and dried over boxes. After drying, the boxes are removed, leaving the stiff rawhide or canvas, like small trunks, open at the top. They are in reality sacks—”
“Me savvy klyack,” chuckled the Chinaman, rubbing his palms together gleefully.