“And some white men will do anything for money,” said Inza.
“That is true,” confessed Frank. “There are plenty of scoundrels among the white men, and not a few of them are Indian agents. But I have something of which I wish to speak to you, Swiftwing.”
“I am listening, Mr. Merriwell.”
“If possible, I wish to find an opportunity for my friends and myself to take part in some of the sports and games to-day. Can it be arranged?”
The Indian looked doubtful.
“I do not know, but I will see. It is certain you will not be permitted to take part in the religious ceremonies.”
“We do not care for that, but I have heard you have a kind of queer ball game.”
“Yes.”
“We’d like to try you at your own game.”
A faint smile came to the Indian’s face.