"Looks like old Wolfbelly's back," Clark observed needlessly.
"Donny, if they don't go to the house right away, you go and tell
mum they're here. Chances are the whole bunch'll hang around
till supper."
"Say!" Gene giggled with fourteen-year-old irrepressibility.
"Does anybody know where Vadnie is? If we could spring 'em on
her and make her believe they're on the warpath--say, I'll gamble
she'd run clear to the Malad!"
"I told her, cross my heart, this morning that 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 memory. "I've got to see Grant first, when
he gets back, and put him wise to the rep he's got. Vad didn't
hardly swallow it. She said: 'Why, Cousin Clark! Aunt Phoebe
says he's perfectly lovely!"' Clark mimicked the girl's voice
with relish.
"Aw--there's a lot of squaws tagging along behind!" Donny
complained disgustedly from his post of observation on the fence.
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