Uncle Tom now tried and amid great excitement made a hit near the heart-circle, counting five.
“Hurrah!” shouted Paul, dancing wildly about.
“Twenty-three for our side!” yelled Dudley, throwing a rock out to sea in order to give vent to his pent-up frenzy.
“Beat it, Wita-tonkan—for the Honour of the Black Bears,” urged Billy, anxiously.
“Never fear!” spoke the Island Chief with confidence. “Have I speared the Bear at Wyndy-goul and at Lake Peequo for naught?”
And his boast proved good!
The three hits made by Wita-tonkan raised the Black Bear score, first to sixteen, then to twenty-one and finally to thirty-one.
“Scalp! scalp! Let’s dance the scalp-dance!” screamed Billy shrilly, with overwrought nerves.
“How! How!” came from the others as they participated.
“Now pay up your scalps!” ordered Fred.