His voice choked, and he turned away to hide his emotions.

Professor Featherwit thoroughly appreciated the interruption
which came through Waldo's lips just at that moment.

"Oh, I say,--uncle Phaeton!"

"What is it, lad? Don't meddle with what doesn't--"

"Looking can't hurt, can it? And to think people ever got along
with such things as these!"

Waldo was squared before sundry articles depending from the side
wall, and as the professor drew closer, he, too, displayed a
degree of interest which was really remarkable.

A gaily colored tunic of thickly quilted cotton was hanging
beside an oddly shaped war club, the heavier end of which was
armed with blades of stone which gleamed and sparkled even in
that dim light. And attached to this weapon was another, hardly
less curious: a knife formed of copper, with heft and blade all
from one piece of metal.

"Here is the rest of the outfit," said Edgecombe, holding forth a
bow and several feathered arrows with obsidian heads.

Professor Featherwit gave a low, eager cry as he handled the
various articles, both face and manner betraying intense delight,
which found partial vent in words a little later.