you'll come back to
what's his name's camp I'll help you put on your clothes. Come along.
Don't miss all the fun."

Stacy decided that he would. By the time he had gotten on his clothes
he felt better. He wandered off to another part of the village, where
his attention was drawn to a game going on between a lot of native
children who had squatted down on the ground.

Stacy asked what the game was. They told him it was "Hui-ta-qui-chi-ka,"
which he translated into "Have-a-chicken."

Most of these children were pupils at a school established by the
United States government in the Canyon, and could speak a little
English. Chunky entered into conversation with them at once, asking
the names of each, but he never remembered the name of any of them
afterwards. There was little Pu-ut, a demure faced savage with a
string of glass beads around her neck; Somaja, round and plump,
because of which she got her name, which, translated meant "watermelon."
Then there was Vesna and many other names not so easy. Chunky decided
that he would like to play "Have-a-chicken," too. The little savages
were willing, so he took a seat in the semicircle with them.

Before the semicircle was a circle of small stones, with an opening
at a certain point. This opening was called, Chunky learned,
"Yam-si-kyalb-yi-ka," though the fat boy didn't attempt to pronounce
it after his instructor. In the centre of the circle was another flat
stone bearing the musical name of "Taa-bi-chi."

Sides were chosen and the game began. The first player begins by
holding three pieces of short stick, black on one side, white on the
other. These sticks are called "Toh-be-ya." The count depends upon
the way the sticks fall. For instance, the following combinations will
give an idea as to how the game is counted:

Three white sides up, 10; three blacks, 5; two blacks and a white up, 3;
two whites and a black up, 2, and so on in many different combinations.

The reader may think this a tame sort of game, but Chunky didn't find
it so. It grew so exciting that the fat boy found himself howling
louder than any of the savages with whom he was playing. He was as
much a savage as any of them, some of whom were of his own age. Every
time he made a large point, Stacy would perform a war dance, howling,
"Have-a-chicken! Have-a-chicken!"

The chief's son, who also had come into the game without being invited,
was playing next to Stacy. Stacy in one of these