Frank was puzzled by this remark.
“I wonder what he means by that,” he muttered, as the Indian walked away.
“Begobs! Oi think he m’anes we’ll be beaten at iverything ilse we thry,” nodded Barney.
But Frank fancied that was not just what the Indian had meant.
The boys found the Indian who had charge of their clothes, and soon they were in sweaters.
Whirling Bear sought the party, and, standing with his hands on his hips, eying them insolently, he said:
“What white boy think he want to wrastle?”
“Gol darn his eyes!” muttered Ephraim, who did not like the appearance of the Indian. “I’d like ter thump him betwixt ther eyes!”
“What white boy dare to wrastle with Whirling Bear?” asked the Indian.
With a spring the impulsive Irish lad landed before the insolent redskin.