It was quite certain that the General intended to move again in a short time, for everything was made ready for another battle.
One morning the Scotchman, who was in the front lines, happened to see a wild man crawling along on his stomach towards a stick that lay in front of the Teenie Weenie breastwork. The tiny soldier raised his gun and waited, thinking the wild men were about to charge, but instead a blade of grass appeared above the stick and to it was tied a white rag.
“Jinks!” exclaimed the Scotchman, lowering his gun, “the wild men are showing a flag of truce.”
“Hold your fire, men!” shouted the Cowboy, who was in charge of the Teenie Weenie fort at the time. “They are sending out a flag of truce.”
Presently the wild man crawled out from behind the stick and timidly made his way toward the Teenie Weenies.
“What do you want?” asked the Cowboy, peering over the top of the fort.
“Wap gee goo mah be gum,” answered the wild man as he approached the Teenie Weenies. Of course none of them could understand a word of this.
“Talk English, you goof,” cried the Cowboy. “I can’t understand that kind of talk.”
The wild man carried a piece of folded birch bark in his hand and when he reached the fort he handed it over to the Cowboy. It was addressed to the General, and the Cowboy at once sent the note to him.