“Didn’t we treat you right, Uraso?”
“I tried to go back to my people and bring them to you. The Illyas captured me, and now that they have allied themselves with the Kurabus, intended to attack and capture you.”
“Have you been with them all this time?”
“No, when they first tried to capture me I was badly wounded, so that for a long time I could not walk, and when I was well enough, two moons ago, they did take me.”
“Your people have gone to attack my people in the wagon.”
Osaga could not credit this. His brow darkened, and his anger was terrible to witness.
Ralsea assured him that such was the case, and then told him that they had just come from the Osaga village. At this information he grew indignant, and cast a reproachful glance at the Professor. The sub-chief quickly informed him of the Professor’s acts, in refusing to permit anything to be disturbed at the village.
“He is a great chief,” said Uraso, addressing Ralsea. “I saw the wonderful things he has at his village, and I want him to teach my people the things they do.”
“You must go with us, Uraso; we must find your warriors before they attack John and the boys.”
“John, John,” and he repeated over the name again and again. His face lighted up.