“Right you are, lad,” answered old Runnell. “I’ve been out many a time all alone, and I always found a fire the most friendly thing I could think of to drive away the blues. Even in the hottest of weather I start up some kind of a little blaze between the rocks.”
While the others were sitting close to the fire, Harry drew Link aside.
“Did you hear what Teddy said about Indians,” he whispered.
“Of course I did,” answered Link. He gave a knowing wink. “I guess I know what you are up to.”
“Give him a scare?”
“Exactly, Harry. But how can we do it? We haven’t any Indian costumes.”
“Haven’t we though? That’s all you know about it. Haven’t we blankets, and plenty of birds’ feathers, and some turkey feathers, too, come to think of it. And we can rub a little red dirt on our cheeks.”
“Good! That’s worth remembering. But we can’t do it right away.”
“Not to-night. I’m too tired.”
“What are you fellows whispering about?” demanded Joe.