I guess the Indians would not care for more than one melon of that kind." "I would like to see a wah-wah of Indian thieves over a melon like that!" said the gardener.

"I declare, I and the boys will do it!" He went to his work, laughing.

That day he obtained some of the emetic from the medical stores of the station, and plugged it into three or four of the finest melons.

Next morning he found that these melons were gone.
The following evening a tall Indian came slowly and solemnly to the station.

His face had a troubled look, and there was an air of mystery about his gait and attitude.