I saw those two Indians as they stood at the head and foot of my bed just as plainly as I ever saw a base-ball, and I have had my eye on the ball a good many times since I first began to play the game.

I saw both their painted faces and the tomahawks that they held in their sinewy hands.
More than that, I heard them as well as saw them when they went out.
That is the reason why I insist that I was not dreaming.

I deny the allegation and defy the alligator! There were two Indians in my room that night.

What they were there for I don't know, and at this late day I don't care, but they were there, and I know it.

I shall insist that they were there to my dying day, and they were there!.