[bert]

the solution lies in the translation from the Spanish

[SunkenCiv]

The next morning, I found myself in that Indian camp all alone. But the Cheyenne, who call themselves the Human Beings, had no idea to hurt me. I was an honoured guest and they gave me a treat. Boiled dog. Dog ain't bad, neither. Greasy, I'll admit, but you'd be surprised how delicate the flavour is, especially when you're starving.