They looked upon each other with evident curiosity, and I examined the two Indians, as they stood side by side, and wondered at their similar characteristics. Bryonia might easily be mistaken for a brother of the San Blas chief, so far as appearances went, and although Nux was of a different build there were many duplicates of him in the silent crowd surrounding us.
“Where is Tayakoo?” asked Ogo.
“Far to the south, in the Pacific ocean.”
“What is the history of your people?”
“I do not know.”
“Are there many of you?”
“But a few, inhabiting a small island.”
The chief seemed thoughtful. Then he turned again.
“Come!” he commanded; and they followed him into his house.
Duncan Moit was clearly puzzled by this conversation, carried on in a language unknown to him.