"Oh, say," gasped Ned Stover, his eyes bulging, "what's this—a powwow outfit?"
"This is the result of the idea you fellows gave me when you spoke of capturing scalps the other evening," laughed Frank. "Select your suits, gentlemen, and proceed to make up."
"Make up? What for?"
"Just you make up, and I will tell you what for afterward."
Merriwell's influence was sufficient to induce them to obey, and he aided them in the work.
"Blate grazes—I mean great blazes!" chuckled Rattleton, as he rubbed the war paint on his face. "Won't we make a bloodthirsty gang of roble ned men—er, noble red men!"
The boys aided each other, and Frank assisted them all.
"Aren't you going to make up, Merry?" asked Bandy Robinson.
"Not now. I am to be the decoy."
"The decoy? What's in the wind, anyway?"