"He told them to go to the village and prepare food."
All but a half dozen of the immediate followers of the Chief turned and darted back to the village.
"Do you know the Chief's language?" asked Harry, as Uraso gave way to Muro.
"We can understand each other pretty well. There are many words which are the same, but he uses some which are new to me."
"Do you suppose they are the same people as are on our island?"
"I do not know that. We have heard that all the people in the different islands came from the same place, but where we do not know."
Then the boys crowded around George, and insisted on having him tell his story. Did you ever hear a boy tell a thrilling story of his own adventures? Well George was in his heaven of delight as he told of his treatment, and how he had dined with the Chief, and slept in his palace.
"His palace?" queried Harry.
"Yes, palace! It isn't a common house!" And George dilated on it to such an extent that Harry actually grew envious at the big time that George had at their expense.