After the battle the front lines were moved quite a distance towards the center of the island, where the wild men’s village stood. A strong breastwork of sticks and grass was built and a most careful watch was kept at all times. Nothing was seen of the wild men except shadowy forms that every now and then dodged about among the stalks of big grass. They were surely in the tall grass, for the savage little fellows could slip about in the jungle almost unseen. It was quite certain that the General intended to move again in a short time, for everything was made ready for another battle.
One morning the Scotchman, who was in the front lines, happened to see a wild man crawling along on his stomach towards a stick that lay in front of the Teenie Weenie breastwork. The tiny soldier raised his gun and waited, thinking the wild men were about to charge, but instead a blade of grass appeared above the stick and to it was tied a white rag.
“Jinks!” exclaimed the Scotchman, lowering his gun, “the wild men are showing a flag of truce.”
“Hold your fire, men!” shouted the Cowboy, who was in charge of the Teenie Weenie fort at the time. “They are sending out a flag of truce.”
Presently the wild man crawled out from behind the stick and timidly made his way toward the Teenie Weenies.
“What do you want?” asked the Cowboy, peering over the top of the fort.
“Wap gee goo mah be gum,” answered the wild man as he approached the Teenie Weenies. Of course none of them could understand a word of this.
 
“Talk English, you goof,” cried the Cowboy. “I can’t understand that kind of talk.”
The wild man carried a piece of folded birch bark in his hand and when he reached the fort he handed it over to the Cowboy. It was addressed to the General, and the Cowboy at once sent the note to him.
When the note was delivered to the General, he found that it was from the Queen of the wild men, written by the Poet, and this is what he read:
  Commander in Chief, Teenie Weenie Army. My dear General:
Her Royal Highness, Mooie, Queen of the wild men, sends greetings. Her Highness wishes to talk over terms of peace with you and suggests that you and your staff meet her at the stream which crosses the path halfway between the Sabo village and your camp. Her Highness awaits your pleasure and asks Your Excellency to set a date for the meeting.
Respectfully yours
RUFUS RHYME.
P. S.—Although the Lady of Fashion and I have been closely guarded since we have been prisoners, we have been very well treated and I ask that you take this into consideration when you arrange peace terms.
R. R.
The General answered the note at once, making arrangements to meet the Queen on the following day.
The next day at the appointed time the General, the Old Soldier and a guard of eight soldiers marched off to the meeting place, where they found the Queen awaiting them.
The Queen sat on her favorite turtle and she had with her several of her warriors and the Poet.
 
As the Teenie Weenies drew near, the Queen and her followers raised their left hands above their heads, which is the Sabo custom when friends meet. The Queen was the first to speak, and the Poet, who had learned the Sabo language while he was held prisoner, translated............