“There are plenty of Indians there,” laughed Dan, “but maybe they’re not Sioux.”
Tom passed the insult disdainfully and retired behind his paper with insulted dignity.
“Anyhow, she won,” he muttered defiantly.
“Oh, hang!” exclaimed Bob, throwing down his pen, pushing back his chair, and making for Tom. “You’re worse than Poe’s raven, Tommy!” He pulled the paper out of Tom’s hands and whacked him over the head with it. “Now you speak out plainly and say what you’re trying to say, Tommy, and get it over with. Go ahead! Tell us all about it quite calmly.”
“Tu-tu-tu-tell you!” stammered Tom crossly. “I’ve bu-bu-bu-been tu-tu-telling you for half an hour!”
“Well, tell us again,” said Bob soothingly. “Listen attentively, fellows; Tommy’s got a great secret to unfold.”
“I tu-tu-tell you the Su-su-su-su-su——!”
“It’s all off!” exclaimed Dan despairingly. “Tommy’s missing sparks again!”
“——Su-su-su-Sue won the ru-ru-race!”
“Oh! What race is that, Tommy?” asked Nelson.