You can't make that warpath business stick, Clark--not with all them squaws." "Well, say, you sneak up and hide somewhere till yuh see if Vadnie's anywhere around.

If they get settled down talking to mum, they're good for an hour--she's churning, Don--you hide in the rocks by the milk-house till they get settled.

And I'll see if--Git! Pikeway, while they're behind the stacks!" Donny climbed down and scurried through the sand to the house as if his very life depended upon reaching it unseen.

The group of Indians came up, huddled at the corral, and peered through the stout rails.
"How! How!" chorused the boys, and left the horse for a moment while they shook hands ceremoniously with the three bucks.

Three Indians, Clark decided regretfully, would make a tame showing on the warpath, however much they might lend themselves to the spirit of the joke.