I could see it in his eyes as he lay there, looking at the long blue rollers slipping by, and fingering that impressive mustache of his.
But I thought--then--that I could form a far clearer idea of what was before us than either of them.
"You're all off, boys," I insisted.

"If there is such a place--and there does seem some foundation for believing it--you'll find it's built on a sort of matriarchal principle, that's all.

The men have a separate cult of their own, less socially developed than the women, and make them an annual visit--a sort of wedding call.

This is a condition known to have existed--here's just a survival.

They've got some peculiarly isolated valley or tableland up there, and their primeval customs have survived.
That's all there is to it." "How about the boys ?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, the men take them away as soon as they are five or six, you see." "And how about this danger theory all our guides were so sure of ?" "Danger enough, Terry, and we'll have to be mighty careful.