'That we didn't,' cried Guy. 'Why, just look at it, Tinling. Any one could see that it's an Indian's doing. No, it's all right; they really are coming.'
'It's all skittles, I tell you,' said Clarence, still more angrily, though he was paler again now. 'What should Indians come here for?'
'Well, he says why, there,' said Jack, 'and they came the other evening.'
Clarence's colour rose again. 'That's different,' he said; 'I mean, it's not the same tribe.'
'No, these are Black Bogallalas,' said Jack. 'What were the first ones, Tinling?'
'I didn't ask them,' said the General shortly.
'How many braves should you think Wah Na What's-his-name will bring?' asked Guy. 'As many as came the other evening? How many did come the first time?'
'Do you think I had nothing better to do than count?' he retorted. 'Is there anything else you would like to know?'
'Well, we'll hang out the lantern to-night, and watch how many come inside its rays,' said Jack, with a briskness which displeased his chief.
'You wouldn't be quite so jolly cheerful over it if you knew what it was like!' he grumbled.