Then they all three faced about, and stared hard in the direction of our house.

Then they jabbered and disputed in their own language, and looked at each other like men in doubt.

Then they all turned to their little English boy, as if they expected HIM to help them.

And then the chief Indian, who spoke English, said to the boy, "Hold out your hand." On hearing those dreadful words, my daughter Penelope said she didn't know what prevented her heart from flying straight out of her.

I thought privately that it might have been her stays.