The meal the previous day, was not at all comparable to this. It would have vied with many a meal set before our civilized gastronomies. The table implements, it is true, were not found in profusion, but the wooden forks, or prongs were good substitutes for the more refined articles, and for plates hollowed bark sections were found serviceable.
The Sarsaparilla drink was the most favored liquid. "I wish we had some ice for it," suggested Harry. "It will be a good thing to bring over some ice for the Chief. I think he would enjoy it."
"By the way, Harry, did you see what they did with the Korinos?"
"No."
"Shut them up in that dark hole back of the house."
"I wonder if they have given them anything to eat?"
"Oh, no!" said Muro. "They are to be sacrificed this afternoon, and it wouldn't do to feed them."
"Poor fellows!" remarked George, as he gazed vacantly before him, lost in contemplation.
"Well, they have been found out, and will now be dealt with in accordance with their law."
"Was that tall fellow one of them?"