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Down the winding trail of Snake River bluff straggled a blanketed half dozen of old Wolfbelly's tribe, the braves stalking ray cloud of dust which enveloped the squaws behind them but could not choke to silence their shrill chatter; for old Hagar was there, and Viney, and the incident of the dog was fresh in their ues

The Hart boys were asse a three-year-old for the pure fun of it Wally caught sight of the approaching blotch of color, and yelled a wordless greeting; hily upon her broad shoulders with her own papoose when he was no longer than her arrinned--grinned and hid her joy in a fold of her dingy red blanket

"Looks like old Wolfbelly's back," Clark observed needlessly "Donny, if they don't go to the house right away, you go and tellaround till supper"

"Say!" Gene giggled with fourteen-year-old irrepressibility "Does anybody knohere Vadnie is? If we could spring 'em on her and amble she'd run clear to the Malad!"

"I told her, crossthat the Injuns are peaceful now I said Good Injun was the only one that's dangerous--oh, I sure did throw a good stiff load, all right!" Clark grinned at the ets back, and put hiot Vad didn't hardly s it She said: 'Why, Cousin Clark! Aunt Phoebe says he's perfectly lovely!"' Clark irl's voice with relish

"Aw--there's a lot of squaws tagging along behind!" Donny coustedly froo to the house first thing to gabble--there's old Hagar waddling along like a duck You can't make that warpath business stick, Clark--not with all them squaws"

"Well, say, you sneak up and hide soet settled down talking to , Don--you hide in the rocks by the et settled And I'll see if--Git! Pikehile they're behind the stacks!"

Donny clih the sand to the house as if his very life depended upon reaching it unseen The group of Indians cah the stout rails

"Ho!" chorused the boys, and left the horse for a moment while they shook hands ceremoniously with the three bucks Three Indians, Clark decided regretfully, would ht lend themselves to the spirit of the joke He did not quite knoas going to e it, but he was hopeful still It was unthinkable that real live Indians should be per Evadna Raht from New Jersey, the scare of her life