"They all think America is full of Indians," said Winton.
"Indian pudding," said Roy; "mmm, mmm!"
"Well, let's see the newspaper," said Tom. "I don't suppose there's anything particular in that. Somebody that lived in England has been trying to go up the mountain—maybe. That's about all we know. We don't know that, even. But anyway, he hasn't come back."
"Maybe he's up there shooting Indians and buffaloes," said Roy. "We should worry."
"When was it he came here?" Tom asked.
"'Bout several days ago, I reckon," said Mr. Berry.
"That light's been up there all summer," Winton said.
"Until to-night," Tom added.
For a few moments no one spoke.
"Well, let's see the paper," said Tom, as he took it and began looking it over. He had not glanced at many of the headings when one attracted his attention. Following it was an article which he read carefully.