"Mister!" he added, his eyes still searching
the shadows out there in the grove, "we certainly did go some!"
CHAPTER V
"I DON'T CARE MUCH ABOUT GIRLS"
"There's no use asking the Injuns to go on the warpath," Gene
announced disgustedly, coming out upon the porch where the rest
of the boys were foregathered, waiting for the ringing tattoo
upon the iron triangle just outside the back door which would be
the supper summons. "They're too lazy to take the trouble--and,
besides, they're scared of dad. I was talking to Sleeping Turtle
just now--met him down there past the Point o' Rocks."
"What's the matter with us boys going on the warpath ourselves?
We don't need the Injuns. As long as she knows they're hanging
around close, it's all the same. If we could just get mum off
the ranch--"
"If we could kidnap her--say, I wonder if we couldn't!" Clark
looked at the others tentatively.
"Good Injun might do the rescue act and square himself with her
for what happened at the milk-house," Wally suggested dryly.
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