“This is Big Wolf,” said Twink. “You can take him, too.”
“Ugh!” said Big Wolf, and he sat down near by, looking straight before him.
“Don’t they like to do this?” asked McConnell. He couldn’t get it out of his head that Big Wolf was likely to rebel at any moment and scalp them both.
“Oh, they are not so bad as they look,” said Twink, smiling for the first time. “They are quite sociable when you come to know them.”
“Is Big Wolf a chief?” asked Allan.
“Or just—just a plain Indian?” added McConnell. It seemed incredible to both boys that Big Wolf could be less than a very important personage.
Twink waved his hand. “Big Wolf heap big chief!”
“Ugh!” said Big Wolf.
“See—he admits it himself,” said Twink.
The boys did not dare to smile. It would have seemed very inappropriate with Big Wolf sitting there so solemnly.