“Why didn’t the Indians kill him?” asked Philip, desirous of being enlightened. “They didn’t stand still and let him kill them, did they?”
“No; of course not. They fought awful hard.”
“How did one young boy manage to overcome so many Indians?”
“Oh, you’ll have to read the story to find out! Bully Bill was a great hero, and everybody admired him.”
“So you wanted to imitate his example?” asked Philip.
“To be sure I did.”
“How did you happen to get out of money?”
“Well,” said Henry, “you see me and another boy got awful excited after reading the story, and both concluded nothing could make us so happy as to go out West together, and do as Bill did. Of course, it was no use to ask the old man—”
“The old man?” queried Philip.
“The gov’nor—father, of course! So we got hold of some money—”