“Ugh!” grunted all the Indians but Blue Wolf.
The little savage was looking on in a sullen, wondering way, astonished and angered to think the white boy could do all those things, while he had been unable to mount the two-wheeled horse.
“How do you like that, Black Feather?” asked Frank, cheerfully.
“Much big!” confessed the chief. “Do some more.”
“All right. Catch onto this.”
Then away Frank sped, lifting the forward wheel from the ground and letting it hang suspended in the air, while he rode along on the rear wheel.
“Merry is working hard enough,” said Rattleton. “I never knew he could do so many tricks.”
“There are lots of things about that fellow that none of us know anything about,” asserted Browning, who was no less surprised, although he did not show it.
“He is a fool to work so hard to please these wretched savages!” muttered Diamond.
“Now, don’t you take Frank Merriwell for a fool in anything!” came swiftly from Harry. “I never knew him to make a fool of himself in all my life, and I have seen a good deal of him.”