“I believe he is trying to make some arrangements so that the boys may take part in the sports of the day,” answered the girl, quietly.
“Gracious!” exclaimed Miss Abigail. “What a crazy notion! I don’t understand how he can want to have anything at all to do with them horrid Indians! If the Indians were beaten at any of their games, they might get angry and kill us all.”
“Nefer you been afrait mit dot,” said Hans, who had been egged on by Barney and Ephraim to make one more attempt to win the good will of Miss Abigail. “Uf they tried dot mit you they vos sure to get left alretty queek. I vos here, und I don’d let yourself be scalped. Yaw!”
The spinster gave him a look that nearly froze him on the spot.
“You!” she exclaimed. “You would fall all over yourself trying to get out of the way if you thought there was any danger.”
“You don’d pelief me!” cried Hans. “I vos a corker to fight. Somedime ven dere vos some dangers meppy I peen aple to shown you der sort uf a heroes vot you don’d know I peen.”
This was very amusing to Barney and Ephraim, who were chuckling with satisfaction.
Frank appeared.
“It’s all right, fellows!” he exclaimed, his face glowing with satisfaction. “I have arranged it.”
“Good stuff!” exclaimed Harry. “But what are we going to do?”