"To your home."
He looked bewildered for a moment, and then answered: "This is my home."
"But I mean your old home at Sasite."
The old man shook his head vigorously, and answered: "No! no! There is no place like Hutoton."
"Do you know what 'Hutoton' means?"
"Yes; it means 'the place of death.'"
The boys were startled at the reply. John turned to them, when he saw their expression, and smiled. The old man, too, smiled.
"Do any of your people want to go back?"
He looked surprised at the question. "Do they want to go back?" he repeated the query. "No; but you should ask them. I do not know of any one who wishes to return. We love our Chief too much to wish for such a thing."