Holding the paleface, who lay limp and gasping in his left arm, the young Indian madly fought the other two of his own tribe with his strong right arm.

Apparently he, too, had a tomahawk, for he fearfully brandished an imaginary weapon, and did it so successfully, that Opodeldoc and his faithful Squaw were felled to the ground.

Then the brave young Indian and the fair girl he had saved from her dire fate danced a war dance round their prostrate captives, and chanted a weird Indian dirge, that caused the fallen Chief to sit up and roar with laughter.
"You children do beat all!" he exclaimed once more.

"And, by jiminy crickets! there goes the breakfast bell! Are you wild Indians fit to appear in a civilized dining-room ?" "'Course we are!" cried Marjorie, jumping up and shaking her frills into place.

Kitty stood demurely beside her, and sure enough, the two girls were quite fresh and dainty enough for breakfast.
"You see," explained Marjorie, "this wasn't a real tumble around play.
Sometimes when we play Indians, we lose our hair-ribbons and even tear our frocks, but to-day we've behaved pretty well, haven't we, King ?" "Yep," assented her brother, looking at the girls critically, "you look fine.