“But then everybody on it would be drowned, wouldn’t they?” said Bumpo.

“Oh no, not necessarily.  That would depend on the depth of the sea where the sinking took place.  The island might touch bottom when it had only gone down, say, a hundred feet.  But there would be lots of it still sticking up above the water then, wouldn’t there?”

“Yes,” said Bumpo, “I suppose there would.  Well, let us hope that the ponderous fragment does not lose its equilibriosity, for I don’t believe it would stop at the centre of the earth—­ more likely it would fall right through the world and come out the other side.”

Many other wonders there were which these men showed us in the central regions of their island.  But I have not time or space to tell you of them now.

Descending towards the shore again, we noticed that we were still being watched, even here among the highlands, by the Bag-jagderags who had followed us.  And when we put to sea once more a boatload of them proceeded to go ahead of us in the direction of Popsipetel.  Having lighter canoes, they traveled faster than our party; and we judged that they should reach the village—­if that was where they were going—­ many hours before we could.

The Doctor was now becoming anxious to see how Long Arrow was getting on, so we all took turns at the paddles and went on traveling by moonlight through the whole night.

We reached Popsipetel just as the dawn was breaking.

To our great surprise we found that not only we, but the whole village also, had been up all night.  A great crowd was gathered about the dead chief’s house.  And as we landed our canoes upon the beach we saw a large number of old men, the seniors of the tribe, coming out at the main door.

We inquired what was the meaning of all this; and were told that the election of a new chief had been going on all through the whole night.  Bumpo asked the name of the new chief; but this, it seemed, had not yet been given out.  It would be announced at mid-day.

As soon as the Doctor had paid a visit to Long Arrow and seen that he was doing nicely, we proceeded to our own house at the far end of the village.  Here we ate some breakfast and then lay down to take a good rest.

Rest, indeed, we needed; for life had been stren-uous and busy for us ever since we had landed on the island.  And it wasn’t many minutes after our weary heads struck the pillows that the whole crew of us were sound asleep.

THE NINTH CHAPTER

THE ELECTION

We were awakened by music.  The glaring noonday sunlight was streaming in at our door, outside of which some kind of a band appeared to be playing.

We got up and looked out.  Our house was surrounded by the whole population of Popsipetel.  We were used to having quite a number of curious and admiring Indians waiting at our door at all hours; but this was quite different.  The vast crowd was dressed in its best clothes.  Bright beads, gawdy feathers and gay blankets gave cheerful color to the scene.  Every one seemed in very good humor, singing or playing on musical instruments—­mostly painted wooden whistles or drums made from skins.