"The poor things! Oh, Billy, the poor, poor things!" exclaimed Lydia.
Billy nodded. "It's all wrong."
The noise of hawkers began again, but something had gone out of the celebration. The Indians stood about in groups, talking, Charlie and Chief Wolf the center always of the largest group.
Amos and John joined Billy and Lydia at the machine. "The war dancing begins at sundown," said Levine. "I told the Indian Agent 'twas a risk to let them go on, after this episode. But he laughs at me. I don't like the look of things, though."
"They aren't armed?" asked Amos.
"No, but've got those pesky bows and arrows we were having them show off with. I don't know but what I'd better get you folks home."
"Shucks," said Amos, "I wouldn't let the Indians think they could scare us. What could they do, poor sickly devils, anyhow?"
"That's right," said Billy. "There's nothing can happen. I don't think Charlie Jackson would stand for any violence."
"I don't know about that," Levine spoke thoughtfully. "He's left Doc
Fulton and is living on the reservation again. They always revert."
"Listen! Listen!" cried Lydia,