"Meaning, by birds, the Dinosaurs and the like?" asked Dick.
"Sure."
"And how did the Greaser respond to it all?" Dick wanted to know.
"Oh, he took it all in with open mouth," chuckled Bud. "Every now and then he'd out with a 'si señor,' which encouraged Professor Wright to go on."
"And how did it end?" asked Dick.
"Oh, the prof. kept spouting away for an hour or more, showing bone after bone of some he'd dug up (this was before the present occasion) and when he was all through he leaned back with a jolly satisfied smile on his phiz.
"But say, Dick," went on Bud, "I wish yon could have seen the look on the dear old prof.'s face when the Greaser pointed to the bones and grunted out:
"'Him good plenty much make soup!'"
"No! Really?"
"As sure as I can throw a rope! The idea of boiling up the million-year bones to make soup! I sure thought the prof. would die! After that he didn't spout his wise stuff to any more Greasers."