"You have got them hid behind you," said Hilbert, again addressing Hargo.
"No," said he. "See."
So saying, he turned round and let Hilbert see that the bow and arrow were not behind him.
"Well, you took them away from me, at any rate," said Hilbert; and saying this, he turned away and walked off, seemingly very angry. He was going to complain to his father.
He met his father coming up the cabin stairs, and began, as soon as he came near him, to complain in very bitter and violent language of the treatment that he had received. Hargo had taken away his bow and arrow, and would not them back to him.
"Very well," replied his father, quietly, "you had been doing some mischief with them, I suppose."
"No," said Hilbert, "I had not been doing any thing at all."
"Then you were going to do some mischief with them, I suppose," said his father.
"No," said Hilbert, "I was only going to shoot a little bird."
"A little bird!" repeated his father, surprised. "What little bird?"