“Yes, I am,” agreed Stacy thoughtfully.  “But how can you blame me, with the company I keep?”

“I’ve got nothing more to say, except that if 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 outbursts trod on the bare feet of the young buck.

Afraid Of His Face, adopting the methods of his white brethren, rose in his might and smote the fat boy with his fist.  Now, the spot where the fist of Afraid Of His Face landed had been parboiled in the “Hole In The Wall.”  Stacy Brown howled lustily, then he sailed in, both fists working like windmills.  The Indian youngsters set up a weird chorus of yells and war whoops, while all hands from the chief’s ha-wa started on a run for the scene.