"He loves my Hippy, because my Hippy is a brave man." "Who runs away to fight another day--not!" added Emma mockingly.
"He must have run very fast to catch up with us," suggested Anne.
"An Indian can outdistance a horse, as horses ordinarily travel," answered Tom.

"Then, too, he probably knew a shorter cut." "Did you notice how bruised and swollen his face was, and how indifferent he appeared to be about it ?" questioned Grace solicitously.
"Probably not so indifferent as he seemed to be," laughed Hippy.

"You know an Indian forgets neither a kindness nor a wrong, and you see how my magnetic personality led this particular Indian to love me." "All Indians do," observed Emma.
"Let's make camp and eat," urged Anne.

"I am nearly famished." Hippy most heartily approved of Anne's suggestion.

Every member of the outfit assisted in "rustling" the camp and the food.