Naturally, the babies invited him to come right on and do his massacring.
"I will, if you'll turn off that hose,—I don't want to get all wet."
"Course we won't turn it off, an' if you're afraid to come, why, you're beaten, an' you must surrender, an' be tomahawked, an' burned at the stake, an' have blazin' pine splinters stuck in your flesh. Will you do it?"
They firmly declined to become parties to any such attractive proceedings.
"Come on," said Joe Carter; "let 'em stay there and play with the hose. They don't know how to be Indians, anyway. We'll go back to the barn, and lasso buffaloes."
"Come on," said Peter, and the whole band of cowboys departed.
Then the victorious Indians, the two triumphant Sigh-ux, danced a short war-dance, and whooped two or three war-whoops,—so loud that Mr. Hawkins opened his gate, and came out to the sidewalk to see what was the matter.