“It’s no easy snap,” admitted Ashe. “With a blizzard howling about you, and perhaps a pack of fierce, hungry coyotes on your trail, only a man with a good stout heart could stand it.”
“I’d rather brave the dangers of a football game,” said Dave.
“Or umpire a series of rushes between freshmen and sophomores,” grinned Tom.
“Maybe, after a while, I be scout for policeman like Teddy Banes,” said Thunderbolt. “You like work for the police, Banes?”
“Sure,” answered the half-breed, surlily.
“And Teddy is a mighty good hand at the business,” commented Ashe.
“You stay—eat with Indian?” asked Wandering Bear, suddenly.
The crowd accepted the invitation with enthusiasm, and heartily thanked the aged chief.
They asked many questions concerning the life of the tribesmen, and learned interesting details about their mode of hunting and fishing. Some of the tales were quite thrilling, too. The tragic end of the old bull moose whose antlers lay in the teepee was related by Thunderbolt in his quaint English with pleasing effect.
Then the Ramblers told of their own experiences, Tom Clifton having a great deal to say, while a rather sarcastic smile played about Larry Burnham’s mouth.