Abruptly he led his people away, into the excavations and over a slight rise of ground, behind which they disappeared.
Sidney murmured, "I don't like that so much."
"They must do as they want." George led the way to the card table and they sat there. On it rested Huk's aspergill.
"He gave it to me," Sidney explained.
George placed Good Fox's netted clay water jug and his atlatl and furred quiver of lances on the table, together with the pictures he had taken of the ancient Indians. They waited.
Sidney, glancing at the low hill behind which the Indians had gone, said, "What they're doing is choosing between living in modern civilization and remaining dead. What do you think they'll do?"
"I don't know," said George. "They didn't think so much of us."
"But they couldn't choose death and complete oblivion!"
"We'll see."
They waited some more.