The next half-hour was an interesting one for Bob. He simply followed Stoodles. Somehow he could not help but have confidence in the whimsical old fellow. For one thing, Stoodles certainly knew his ground well from experience. Besides that, he had been successful in carrying his point when he had before visited the native town when they were marooned on the island by the Raven crowd.
It was now past midnight. As they progressed Bob could see that they were nearing a lot of habitations.
For the most part the native village made up of squalid-looking huts.
Here and there, however, were some more pretentious structures. So far they had not met a single person.
"The palace, the home of the king, that same," said Stoodles, as they paused near the largest building they had yet seen.
"What's the programme?" asked Bob.
"You see that little pagoda attached behind?"
Bob nodded affirmatively.
"That is the council temple. I must get in there."
"It looks easy," said Bob. "Those sides of matting are not hard to break through."