"If it does I can see it and run!" went on the little boy.
"Would you run and leave me all alone?" asked Janet.
"Nope! Course I wouldn't do that," Teddy declared. "I'd run and I'd help you run. But I don't guess anything'll bite me. Anyhow, Indians don't bite."
"How do you know?" asked Janet. "Some Indians are wild. I heard Uncle Frank say so, and wild things bite!"
"But not Indians," insisted Teddy. "A Indian's mouth, even if he is wild, is just like ours, and it isn't big enough to bite. You've got to have an awful big mouth to bite."
"Henry Watson bit you once, I heard mother say so," declared Janet, as she and her brother still stood by the rocks and listened again for the funny sound to come from the stones. But there was silence.
"Well, Henry Watson's got an awful big mouth," remarked Teddy. "Maybe he's wild, and that's the reason."
"He couldn't be an Indian, could he?" Janet went on.
"Course not!" declared her brother. "He's a boy, same as I am, only his mouth's bigger. That's why he bit me. I 'member it now."
"Did it hurt?" asked Janet.