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which; as he said to Robert, was like that of royalty — 
in effect, a command. 
The moment this decision was made known, the Indians 
pounced upon them and carried them to the large raft. In 
an incredibly short space of time everything was on board, 
including the passengers, Teddy being borne last, strug- 
gling every step of the way, on the shoulder of a brawny 
Ay an. 
A dozen savages now gave the raft a push that sent it 
out into deep water. The chief, whose name was Loklok 
(signifying " Bear," they afterward learned), accompanied 
the whites as an honorary escort. The small rafts, each 
manned by one to three Ayans, went ahead to show the 
way, the royal barge, so to speak, bringing up the rear. 
In this manner the whole flotilla moved slowly down the 
lake, aided by the breeze, which still blew freshly from 
the east. 
" Well, I say," remarked Hugh, in an interval of pol- 
ing, " this isn't so bad ! It reminds me of the day when 
the President visited Boston, and the governor and staff 
turned out in barouches to receive him." 
" I can't say that I altogether like the looks of old 
Governor Loklok, if that's his name," replied Rob. 
" And Carlo is of my opinion, it's plain to see." 
The dog had never taken his eyes off the chief, and 
watched narrowly every movement of those dark legs, as 
if he were ready to seize them on very slight provocation. 
" Oh, he's all right. It's only a way the old fellow has. 
