It was most unfortunate that it happened to be Big Chief's morning to wait on table. He gave Dallas a surly glance and very unwillingly took a little wheeled table out to the veranda, put knives and forks and spoons and plates on it and brought it back to a settle in the chimney corner.
Dallas shrank back against the seat, then to make matters worse a sudden terrible sound arose from the Lake that frightened even me—the old campaigner as Mr. Devering had called me.
CHAPTER XI ANOTHER LIE
I had hidden myself among the lilacs but I could see quite plainly across the veranda into the big living-room.
Dallas had sprung up and clutched the nearest person who happened to be Big Chief carrying a pile of plates in his hand.
Smash! went the plates on the floor, and whack went Big Chief's empty hands against Dallas' shoulders.
"What's the matter with you?" he exclaimed. "Are you crazy?"
"That yell," gasped Dallas. "Is someone drowning?"