There, standing where the morning sunshine fell through an opening in the Black Woods, were two persons, an old and wrinkled Indian and a bright-faced, dark-eyed boy.
Frank was face to face with his brother.
CHAPTER XV.
A REBELLIOUS SPIRIT.
“Hee-haw! hee-haw! hee-haw!”
Rattle-ty-smash! rattle-ty-thump! thump! smash! thud!
“Hee-haw! hee-haw! hee-haw!”
“Oh, ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!”
Pandemonium seemed to have suddenly broken loose just outside the window at which Frank was writing.
The braying hee-haw was followed by such a smashing, and crashing, and banging that it brought Merry to his feet immediately.
Then came a burst of wild, elfish boy laughter.