"I'm going to get a picture of some of these niggers when they get
through," he continued aside to Lathrop.

"What; you brought a camera?" asked the other boy.

"Sure thing," replied Billy, "and if their ugly mugs don't break the
lens, I mean to get some good snaps."

He drew a small flat folding camera from his pocket as he spoke and
got it ready for action.

"Do you think Frank would stand for it? It might make trouble you
know," said Lathrop.

"Pshaw," retorted the cocksure Billy, "what trouble can it make? I
wish I knew bow to say 'Look pleasant, please,' in Hottentot, or
whatever language these fellows talk."

By this time old Sikaso's 'pow-wow' was over and he motioned Frank
and Harry forward. After they had been introduced to the chiefs and
headmen of the village, the "big chief," a villainous-looking old
party with only one eye and his legs thrust into a red shirt--into
the armholes that is, with the rest of the garment rolled round his
waist--announced he was ready to give fresh provisions for calico,
red and blue, and several sections of the brass rod that passes for
currency on the West Coast. While Frank, Harry and Sikaso were
bargaining behind a hut, over the price to be charged for a
razor-backed porker of suspicious appearance the village suddenly
became filled with an uproar of angry shouts and tumult.