ists, now received a kick
from the buck that nearly ended the fight.

"Wow! That's your style, is it?" groaned Chunky, then he ducked, came
up and planted a smashing blow on the buck's jaw that sent the latter
fairly crashing to earth.

That ended the fight. Afraid Of His Face made a few futile struggles
to get to his feet, then lay back wearily. Chunky puffed out his chest
and strutted back and forth a few times.

"Huh!" grunted Chick-a-pan-a-gi. "Fat boy heap brave warrior."

"You bet I am. But it's nothing. You ought to see me in a real fight."

"Hurrah for Chunky!" shouted Ned Rector. "Hip, hip, hurrah!"

Professor Zepplin now strode forward, laying a heavy hand on the fat
boy's shoulder.

"Ouch!" groaned Chunky. "Don't do that Don't you know I haven't any
skin on my body?"

"You don't deserve to have any. Be good enough to explain how this
trouble arose?"

The chief was asking the same question of the other young savages in
his own language and they were telling him in a series of guttural
explosions.

"It was this way, I was playing the game with them when I stepped on
Elephant Face's foot. He didn't like it. I guess he has corns on his
feet as well as on his face. He punched me. I punched him back. Then
the show began. We had a little argument, with the result that you
already have observed," answered Stacy pompously.

"You needn't get so chesty about it," rebuked Ned.

"Chief," said the Professor, turning to Chick-a-pan-a-gi, "I don't
know what to say. I am deeply humiliated that one of our party should
engage in a fight with---"

"I didn't engage in any fight," protested Stacy. "It wasn't a fight,
it was just a little argument."

"Silence!" thundered the Professor.

"I trust you will overlook the action of this boy. He was very much
excited and-----"

"Fat boy him not blame. Fat boy him much brave warrior," grunted the
chief. "Afraid Of His Face he go ha-wa. Stay all day, all night. Him
not brave warrior."

The chief accentuated his disgust by prodding his homely son with the
toe of a moccasin. Afraid Of his Face got up painfully, felt gingerly
of his damaged nose, and with a surly grunt limped off toward his own
ha-wa, there to remain in disgrace until the following day.

"Fat boy come smoke pipe of peace," grunted the chief.

"No, thank you. No more pieces of pipe for mine. I've had one
experience. That's enough for a life time," answered Stacy.

"Stacy, if