"I think so, Sam," said the Second Chief. "He's turned out great stuff, an' it's regular Injun."
"We'll have to call a Council and settle that. Now let's to business."
"Say, Sapwood, you're so smart, couldn't you go round through the woods to your side and crawl through the clover so as get between the old Grizzly and his den?" suggested the Head Chief.
"I bet I can, an' I'll bet a dollar—"
"Here, now," said Yan, "Injuns don't have dollars."
"Well, I'll bet my scalp—my black scalp, I mean—against Sam's that I kill the old Grizzly first."
"Oh, let me do it first—you do it second," said Sam imploringly.
"Errr—yer scared of yer scalp."
"I'll go you," said Sam.
Each of the boys had a piece of black horsehair that he called his scalp. It was tied with a string to the top of his head—and this was what Guy wished [431] to wager.