"Hello!" responded Walter, coolly. He did not like the aspect of the newcomer any more than he did his attitude toward Francisco.
"When did you get here?" inquired the red-haired boy, "and how long are you going to stay?"
"We came this morning, and we may stay all summer," replied Walter.
The boy edged nearer him. Francisco got up and walked away, followed by Nellie.
"Isn't he horrid?" she said when they got out of hearing-distance.
"Never mind. I will tell you after," said Francisco, "when he is gone. I do not care what he will say about me. If you like, I will make you a staff. It is easier to walk up and down these hills with one."
"I'd rather you would make one for mamma," said Nellie.
"I will make for her one, too."
"I will make for her one-two," said a mocking voice behind them. "You can't speak English—you can't. Why don't you talk Indian?"
Francisco turned sharply around. Walter and the unwelcome visitor were just behind them, Walter evidently bent on quitting him.