“Will you be quiet? I wish to ask Oneotah a few questions before we enter the Mystic Cavern.”
Cute clutched Percy suddenly by the arm.
“Will you take a fool’s advice?” he asked.
“Well, if I take yours I don’t very well see how I can help it,” answered Percy quietly.
“Not bad for you, Percy; but fools sometimes hit the truth.”
“If you think you can hit it, strike out.”
“I was going to suggest that, instead of going into this Mystic Cave, it would be better to cave in on going.”
“Pshaw! are you afraid?”
“Not of mortal, red or white, but when it comes to Black Spooks—fellows that fight with their own shinbones, I beg to be excused.”
“Nonsense! no harm will come to us.”