Indian (briskly): All right, me bring 'em in, me bring heap meat. (Turns about and moves toward right exit.)
Lieutenant: Better go with him, Dunn, because if he is lying to us, which he probably is, he'll not come back.
Private: All right, come on you "heap good Injun." We'll see what you've got out there. (Exeunt.)
Sergeant (saluting): Hadn't I better go, too, Lieutenant? He may get away from Dunn.
Lieutenant: No, I think Dunn can manage him. But hasn't he learned the trick of telling a good lie?
Sergeant: I should think so. Venison, duck and squirrel, and he's only been in the woods a few hours.
Lieutenant: Well, of course he may be telling the truth, because the woods are full of game, and I daresay the old fellow is a good shot.
(Enter Private Dunn, carrying a squirrel in one hand, a duck in the other, followed by Gerolomo dragging a dead deer. They stop at center. Lieutenant Dash and Sergeant Free run to them.)
Lieutenant: Well, really, you old redskin you have told the truth for once in your life.