"Ugh! Howdy!" he grunted, and they saw that he was a very old and very dirty Indian.
"Rain," he said slowly, pointing to the door. "Stop soon now. Go get supper."
He shuffled over the doorsill and at the edge he turned.
"Howdy!" he said, apparently with some vague idea of farewell.
"Much rain!"
Petrified, they watched him hobble away through the woods.
CHAPTER XVIII
LIBBIE'S SECRET
Gilbert Lane was the first to recover his voice.
"Well, what do you know about that!" he ejaculated. "The old bird was here all the time."
"Are—are—are there any more of them?" stammered Louise.