"There was lots more, but we couldn't get it in," said Dorothy.
Squeezed up into a corner I found this postscript:
If you will come and be an Indian Cheef unkel dick, I will make you
a spear, and you can be Blood-in-the-Eye. He was a fine chap and
nobody could beat him except Spotted Snaik, will you Unkel dick?
"He wants you to write an answer, and I'm to take it to him," said
Dorothy.
"Blood-in-the-Eye!" I repeated; "no, I'm afraid not. I shouldn't
object so much to becoming a red-skin - for a time - but
Blood-in-the-Eye! Really, Dorothy, I'm afraid I couldn't manage
that."
"He was very brave," returned Dorothy, "and awfull' strong, and
could - could 'throw his lance with such unerring aim, as to pin
his foe to the nearest tree - in the twinkle of an eye.' That's in
the book, you know."
"There certainly must be a great deal of satisfaction in pinning
one's foe to a tree," I nodded.
"Y-e-e-s, I suppose so," said Dorothy rather dubiously.
"And where is Spotted Snake - I mean, what is he doing?"
"Oh, he's down by the river with his bow and arrow, scouting for
canoes.
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