There were three men and half a dozen women.
There was likewise another man, but he was white, even though his face had evidently been stained a reddish-brown color.
This man wore an attire which was comical in the extreme.
The suit consisted of a sailor's shirt and trousers, the latter cut off at the knees, and a shiny stovepipe hat, the band filled with feathers.
"Great Scott!" burst from Dave. "Look at that scarecrow!"
As soon as the man in the silk hat appeared all of the natives began bowing and chanting in chorus, and this they kept up until the strange one lifted his hands and let out a peculiar yell.
Then the stranger caught sight of the boys and ran up to them.
"Be th' eyes av Saint Patrick!" he cried, in a rich Irish brogue. "Who are ye, now; tell me that!"
"An Irishman!" ejaculated Dave, fervently. "Thank Heaven, one man can talk United States."
"Who are you?" demanded Bob.