"I think we had better go home," exclaimed Twinkle.
"And I second that motion," replied the captain; "for my wound is becoming stiff and painful. We have actually seen a buffalo and had a terrific encounter with it. This will be sufficient to report to our society."
"Quite," remarked Mole. "I am perfectly satisfied."
Suddenly they were startled by a fearful yell, which made them jump.
Looking round, they beheld three red Indians in all their majesty of paint, feathers and tomahawks.
"Oh!! look!!!!" exclaimed Twinkle, "we shall all be robbed and murdered!"
"Indians!" said the captain. "Why did not Mr. Van Hoosen warn us of this danger? I thought the wretches were kept on their reservations and guarded by government troops."
"They can't scalp me," remarked Mole.
"Why not?"
"I wear a wig, to which they are welcome, if they will only spare my life."