“You welcome,” said the chief. “I, Ogo—Capitan Ogo—green chief. You come to my house.”
He turned and marched away, and Moit started the machine and made it crawl after him.
The other natives followed in a grave procession, and so we entered the village and passed up its clean looking streets between rows of simple but comfortable huts to the further end where we halted at the domicile of the “green chief.”
CHAPTER IX
FACING THE ENEMY
“Capitan” Ogo made an impressive bow in the direction of his mud mansion and then another bow to Nux and Bry.
“Come,” he said.
They accepted the invitation and climbed out of the machine.
“Don’t be long, Nux,” I remarked, in the Tayakoo dialect.
Instantly the chief swung around on his heel.
“What does this mean?” he cried, speaking the same language. “Do you receive orders from your white slaves?”