Chapter
7
GOOFO, THE palace functionary in whose charge we had been placed, seemed quite pleased with us and our work. He told us that his undertaking was quite important, something of an engineering discovery that was going to revolutionize Pellucidar; and when he had finished telling us that, he shoved all the mud back into the hole, levelled it off, and patted it down with his hands until it was smooth on the surface like the rest of the floor.
"Well, well," he said, "that was a delicious meal. I hope you enjoyed it."
"What meal?" I blurted, for I was nearly famished. I hadn't eaten since I last slept.
He contracted his brows as though in an effort to recall something. "What were we doing?" he demanded.
"We were making mud pies," I said.
"Tut, tut," he said. "You have a very poor
