"No," said Mac. "Let's wait."
"We must," I replied. "The children themselves will no doubt provide us with plenty of food for conjecture if they go on as they have begun. We are good friends now, they and I."
"You surpassed yourself as an Indian," he laughed.
"Hostile," I corrected. "Did you notice the realistic way in which Giuseppe Mazzini fell?" He nodded.
"You'll have to be a cow-boy to-morrow," he remarked. "You might suggest rounding up their confounded chickens and set them to repairing that fence."
"I shall be a cow-boy with enthusiasm," I said. "Under my breast beats an adventurous heart, believe me. As for the fence, I would rather not get into trouble by interfering with their affairs."
"She didn't seem any too friendly."
"Hostile would describe it better."
"Still, if you could get a word with her, it might elucidate the mystery?" "Yes," I said, as the gong tinkled within.