He opened his huge mouth and pointed into it by way of explaining this remark.
“Dare’s ten men back here, all berry hungry; good men, understandy?”
“Good!” said the chief, echoing the word used by his guest.
“Yes—goody men—all armed wid rifles and ’volvers and knives, understandy?”
“Rifles, knives, ugh!” repeated the Indian.
“Sackly! You understand. Now hab you got any victuals to sell?”
The chief looked steadily at him a while, and then said:
“Spoke him again.”
“Hab you any victuals to sell?”
The sachem shook his head in evident bewilderment, and Joe, taking a handful of silver coin—half and quarter dollars—laid it down beside him and asked him if he knew what it was.