"By George!" exclaimed Yan in admiration. "_That is great_. You
have the most wonderful eyes I ever did see. Your name ought to be
'Hawkeye'--that should be your name."
"All right," shrilled out Guy enthusiastically. "Will you--will
you, Sam, will you call me Hawkeye? I think you ought to," he added
pleadingly.
"I think so, Sam," said the Second Chief. "He's turned out great
stuff, an' it's regular Injun."
"We'll have to call a Council and settle that. Now let's to business."
"Say, Sapwood, you're so smart, couldn't you go round through the
woods to your side and crawl through the clover so as get between the
old Grizzly and his den?" suggested the Head Chief.
"I bet I can, an' I'll bet a dollar--"
"Here, now," said Yan, "Injuns don't have dollars."
"Well, I'll bet my scalp--my black scalp, I mean--against Sam's that I
kill the old Grizzly first."
"Oh, let me do it first--you do it second," said Sam imploringly.
"Errr--yer scared of yer scalp."
"I'll go you," said Sam.
Each of the boys had a piece of black horsehair that he called his
scalp. It was tied with a string to the top of his head--and this was
what Guy wished to wager.
Yan now interfered: "Quit your squabbling, you Great War Chiefs, an'
'tend to business.
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