"Wished I knew
where there was some more Woodchucks," he said. "_I_ know how to
get them, if the rest don't."
"Well, that should count for a _grand coup_, Sappy."
[Illustration: "Guy gave a leap of terror and fell."]
"You tole me you wuz goin' to call me 'Hawkeye' after this morning."
"We'll have to have a Grand Council to fix that up," replied the Head
Chief.
"All right; let's have it this afternoon, will you?"
"All right."
"'Bout four o'clock?"
"Why, yes; any time."
"And you'll fix me up as 'Hawkeye,' and give me a dandy Eagle feather
for killing the Woodchuck, at four o'clock?"
"Yes, sure, only, why do you want it at four o'clock?"
But Guy seemed not to hear, and right away after dinner he
disappeared.
"He's dodging the dishwashing again," suggested the Woodpecker.
"No, he isn't," said the Second Chief. "I believe he's going to bring
his folks to see him in his triumph."
"That's so. Let's chip right in and make it an everlasting old
blowout--kind of a new date in history. You'll hear me lie like sixty
to help him out."
"Good enough. I'm with you. You go and get your folks. I'll go after
old Caleb, and we'll fix it up to call him 'Hawkeye' and give him his
_grand coup_ feather all at once.
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