would be made in the morning.

There was intense bustle in the village the next morning. The chief was
informed that he and two of his sub-chiefs would be required to
accompany them, together with one hundred of his warriors. The ten wise
(?) men were also to be of the party.

There was mingled feeling of emotion in the minds of the people when
they saw their great chief for the first time in the knowledge of the
people humbled and taken captive by a foreign tribe.

It was well to leave them with that impression. They would soon learn
otherwise, and for the first time begin to appreciate that the white
man's way is superior to their own.

The boys and Gustave were in the wagon with the Chief Oroto. The others
were on foot. Occasionally John would take a place and delight in the
chatter of the boys, and sometimes would listen to remarks about Oroto,
that would not have been pleasant for his ears.

John didn't blame them a bit for it either. The pale, drawn faces of the
two boys made them pitiable objects, and when he saw them he felt like
cursing the chief who would permit such cruelties to innocent boys. But
he remembered that the chief knew no better. He lived according to the
best that was given him. Why was he to be blamed?

There was hardly a subject but was canvassed by the boys. The chief soon
became interested, and he frequently asked Lolo questions. Before the
journey ended the boys changed their opinions about Oroto. Perhaps the
vivacity of the boys attracted him.

But later on, through Lolo, he began to learn things which astounded
him. Muro had told his son Lolo that Harry was the one who made the
wonderful guns, and this was communicated to the chief. Harry was a hero
to him from that time on. Lolo told the chief about the wonderful things
which they were making at the new town, and long before they sighted the
place he was interested just like a common mortal.

But the Saboro village was in sight. "Moro," asked John, "how long will
it take to get your family ready?"

"We shall go on with you this afternoon."

They were ready and waiting when the train came in sight. Lolo was out
of the wagon and sprang to his mother, just like any other boy would do,
and he told her in two minutes what had happened in fifteen days. An
American boy could not have done better than that.

Was Stut's family going, too? Certainly! The boys laughed merrily. One
wagon was given over to the families, containing seven w