“How?”
“When we give the Prophet our next call, I’ll contrive to throw some flip-flaps for his amusement; and I’ll flip flap over Oneotah and knock her head off!”
“Oh! you mustn’t hurt her!” remonstrated Percy.
“I don’t mean to—I’ll only knock the antelope’s head off her shoulders, and then you can see her face.”
“Do you think you can do it?”
“You just keep your eye on me, and see if I don’t. Now, let’s shin up this tree and get back to camp. We shall have plenty of news for them.”
“Yes; they will be very much surprised to see us, as I think they have given us up for lost. Glyndon has reproached himself with our death, I’m sure, and he will be rejoiced to see us. Come on.”
“You first.”
They began to climb the tree.