“What is a dentist?”
“A man who tends to your teeth.”
“There are plenty of teeth out on the plain.”
“Yes, that is what my friend and I are here for; to take those teeth back to New York where we came from, and sell them to the other dentists.”
“You must not take those teeth away.” The black eyes flashed. “That plain is sacred; you must not touch anything there.”
“But think of the money there is in this proposition.”
“The teeth must always remain here,” she said firmly as she left the room.
“Here’s a rum go,” said Rothwell. “I hadn’t figured on the Hawaiians caring.”
Nothing more was said on the subject until Rothwell was able to walk about. Wilbur came up to see him and plans were made to carry off as large an amount of teeth as was possible.
“Say, Wilbur, these Hawaiians object to us taking the teeth.”