Bill and Osceola broke into roars of laughter and holstered their automatics.
“That’s exactly what we want to know, young bantam-cock!” gasped Bill, when he could speak.
“Tell us all about it, bub,” seconded the chief. “We aren’t going to hurt you.”
For a full minute the boy stared at the two young men.
“Say!” he exploded. “You fellas don’t look like pirates!”
“Pirates?”
“Hijackers, then, or whatever you call ’em.”
“What do we look like?” asked Osceola, smiling.
The boy looked puzzled. “You came in a plane—I saw you land—but you talk like college men.”
“Remarkable perception—” The chief winked at Bill.