The colonials looked at him askance, and consulted with each other.
“Who can he be?” said the gelding.
“He seems suspiciously civil,” said the mare.
“I do not think he can be much account,” said the gelding.
“Depend upon it he is only a Kanaka,” said the mare.
Then they turned to him.
“Go to the devil!” said the gelding.
“I wonder at your impudence, speaking to persons of our quality!” cried the mare.
The saddle-horse went away by himself. “I was right,” said he, “they are great chiefs.”