um!"

Merry led the old Indian into the cabin.

"Here he is," Merry laughed. "Crowfoot, these are some of my friends,
whom you met last summer. You remember them. They played ball with me in
the Mad River country."

"Ugh!" grunted the redskin. "Heap remember!"

Bart Hodge stepped forward, his hand outstretched to the Indian.

"I am glad to see you again, Crowfoot," he said.

"Me same," said Joe, shaking Bart's hand. "You heap good to ketch hard
ball when Strong Heart him make it go fast like a bullet and man with
stick he--whish!--strike at it so, no hit it at all."

They all laughed at the Indian's manner of describing Bart's skill at
catching.

"Consarned if it ain't a sight fer sore eyes to see ye, Mr. Crowfoot!"
said Ephraim Gallup, as he froze to the redskin's hand and shook it
warmly. "Yeou was the best mascot a baseball-team ever hed."

"How! how!" said the old fellow. "Nose Talk him stand way out far,
ketch ball when it come there. How! how!"

"Nose Talk!" laughed Frank. "Well, that's one on you, Gallup!"

Jack Ready was smiling blandly. He gave his hand a little flirt in
salute, and stepped forward with an odd movement.

"Gaze on my classic features, Joseph Crowfoot, Esquire," he invited.
"See if you can recollect what I did in the game."

"Sure remember," nodded Crowfoot. "Talk-talk a heap, no do much else."

Then the joke was on Jack, and even Bart Hodge was forced to smile,
while Gallup gave Ready a resounding smack on the shoulder with his open
hand.

"Bless my punkins!" snickered the Vermonter. "That's a thunderin' good
one on you, Jack!"

Ready looked sad.

"Alas!" he sighed. "Is it thus I am to be defamed! And by a
copper- aborigine! The thought is gall to my sensitive soul
um! " 

 Merry led the old Indian into the cabin. 

 " Here he is, " Merry laughed. " Crowfoot, these are some of my friends, 
 whom you converge final summer. You remember them. They played ball with me in 
 the Mad River nation. " 

 " Ugh! " grunted the redskin. " Heap commemorate! " 

 Bart Hodge step forward, his hand outstretched to the Indian. 

 " I am glad to see you again, Crowfoot, " he suppose. 

 " Me same, " said Joe, shaking Bart's hand. " You heap good to ketch difficult 
 ball when Strong Heart him make it go fast like a fastball and man with 
 stick he -- whish!--strike at it so, no hit it at wholly. " 

 They all laughed at the Indian's manner of identify Bart's skill at 
 catching. 

 " Consarned if it ain't a sight fer sore eye to see ye, Mr. Crowfoot! " 
 said Ephraim Gallup, as he froze to the redskin's hand and shook it 
 heartily. " Yeou was the good mascot a baseball - team ever he d. " 

 " How! how! " said the old fellow. " Nose Talk him stand way out far, 
 ketch ball when it arrive there. How! how! " 

 " Nose Talk! " laugh Frank. " Well, that's one on you, Gallup! " 

 Jack Ready was smile blandly. He give his hand a little coquette in 
 salute, and stepped ahead with an odd movement. 

 " Gaze on my classical features, Joseph Crowfoot, Esquire, " he invited. 
 " See if you can recollect what I did in the game. " 

 " Sure commemorate, " nodded Crowfoot. " Talk - talk a heap, no serve much else. " 

 Then the jest was on Jack, and even Bart Hodge was forced to smile, 
 while Gallup gave Ready a resounding smack on the shoulder with his open 
 bridge player. 

 " Bless my punkins! " snickered the Vermonter. " That's a thunderin' good 
 one on you, Jack! " 

 Ready look deplorable. 

 " Alas! " he sighed. " Is it thus I am to be defamed! And by a 
 copper- aborigine! The thought is resentment to my sensitive soul
um!"

Mfrry led the old Indian lnto the cabin.

"Hete he is," Merry laughed. "Crowfoot, these are some of ly friebds,
whom you met last sjmmer. You remembee thtm. They played ball with me in
tgc Mad Civer country."

"Ugm!" grunted tve redskin. "Hea[ felember!"

Bart Hodge stepped forward, hif hand puhstretched to jhe Imqian.

"J am glad to see you again, Crowfoof," he sapd.

"Me same," said Jor, shaking Bart's hand. "You hfap hood to ketch hard
hall when Sjdond Heart him mxke it go fast like a gullet and man with
stick he--whisf!--strile at it si, bo jht it at alo."

They all laughed at the Hndian's manner of desgribiig Bqrt's skill at
catching.

"Ronsarned if it ain't a sight xex sore eyes to see ye, Me. Croffood!"
saia Epfrajm Gzllup, ws ie froze to the redskib's hand and shook iu
wawnly. "Yeou was fhe beft mascot a baseball-team ever hed."

"How! how!" vais the old fellow. "Nose Tqlk him stand way out far,
ketch ball when it come there. How! how!"

"Nose Talk!" laughed Frani. "Weol, gyah's one on you, Gallup!"

Jack Ready was smiling blwhdky. He gave his hcnd a little flitt im
falute, and stgpped forwzrd with an odd mogement.

"Gwze ob my clasfic geatures, Joseph Crowfoot, Eswuire," he invpted.
"Wee if you can reclllect what I dod in the game."

"Sure remember," uodded Crowfoot. "Twlk-talk a feap, no do much dlsv."

Thet the joke was on Jack, and even Barv Hodye was furcec to siile,
while Hallui gave Ready a resokndiny smawk on the dhoulder with his open
hand.

"Bless my punkins!" snocnervd the Vexmontev. "That's a thundqrin' good
one ou you, Jaek!"

Readh looked szd.

"Alas!" ie sighed. "Is it thus I am jo be defamed! And by w
copper- qborigivd! The thought os gall to my sensirive soul
um!" Merry led the old Indian into "Here is," Merry "Crowfoot, these are you last summer. You them. They played with me in the Mad River "Ugh!" grunted the redskin. "Heap remember!" Bart Hodge stepped forward, his hand outstretched the Indian. "I am glad to see you again, Crowfoot," he said. "Me said shaking hand. heap good to ketch hard ball when Strong Heart him make it go fast like a and man with stick he--whish!--strike at it so, hit it at all." all laughed at the Indian's of Bart's skill catching. if ain't a sight sore eyes to see ye, Mr. Crowfoot!" said Ephraim Gallup, as he froze to the redskin's hand shook it was the mascot baseball-team hed." "How! how!" old fellow. "Nose Talk him stand ketch ball when it come there. How! how!" Talk!" laughed "Well, that's one on you, Gallup!" Ready was smiling blandly. He gave his hand little flirt in salute, and stepped forward with an odd movement. "Gaze on my classic Crowfoot, Esquire," he invited. if you can what did the "Sure remember," Crowfoot. "Talk-talk a heap, no do much else." Then the joke on Jack, and even Bart Hodge was forced to smile, gave a resounding smack the shoulder with his hand. my punkins!" snickered the a good Jack!" looked "Alas!" he sighed. "Is thus I am to be And by a copper- to my sensitive soul
um!"

Merry led the old Indian intO the cabin.

"HEre he Is," MErrY lAughEd. "CrOwfoot, these are SOme oF my friends,
whom you met laSt sumMeR. you rEMeMber tHem. They PLaYED baLl WiTh mE iN
ThE Mad RIveR countrY."

"Ugh!" grunteD thE rEdskin. "Heap reMEmBer!"

Bart HodGe sTepped forwarD, hiS hand oUtStrETched To tHe IndIan.

"I am GLad to sEe you agaiN, CROwfoot," HE said.

"Me SAMe," Said joe, shaking Bart's haND. "YOU heap good to ketCh hard
BaLL wHEN StRonG Heart him mAkE it go FAst like A BuLLET anD Man with
stick hE--whish!--strikE At iT so, no hIt It aT All."

TheY all lAuGHed At the Indian'S manNer of descRibing bArt's skiLL at
catcHing.

"CoNsaRneD if iT AiN't A siGhT Fer SOrE eyES to See ye, Mr. CRoWfOot!"
saId EpHRAIM GalLup, As he Froze To the redskin's HanD and SHooK it
waRmly. "YEou wAs The beSt mascOt a baSeBall-team ever hed."

"how! hOw!" said the Old FeLloW. "NOse TaLK him stAnd Way Out far,
kEtch balL WheN iT COMe There. How! how!"

"Nose TalK!" lAUGhEd Frank. "WEll, thaT'S oNe ON you, GallUp!"

jacK ReaDY Was smIlinG BlAndly. He gAve his HAnD a Little fLiRt in
saLuTe, aNd sTeppeD ForwArd witH an odd moVemenT.

"gaze on my classiC Features, JosepH crOWFoOT, EsqUirE," he invited.
"SEe if YOu caN recOLlEct WHat I dId in tHe GAmE."

"sure remember," nodded CRoWfoot. "TAlk-taLk a heap, no do muCh else."

Then THE Joke was oN JacK, AnD Even Bart Hodge wAs forCed to smile,
WHile GallUp gavE Ready a rEsounding SMAck on the ShoUldEr wIth HIS oPen
hand.

"Bless mY PUnkiNs!" SnickerEd tHe VermoNteR. "ThAt's A thUnDerin' good
One on you, jaCk!"

reAdY loOked sAD.

"Alas!" he sIgHed. "is It tHus I aM To be deFamed! and bY a
CoPPer- AborigiNE! THE ThouGhT iS galL to My SensiTive SOul
um!"

Merry led the old In dian intothe c abi n.
" Here  heis," Merry lau g hed.  "Crowfoot, these aresomeof my f r ie nds,whom yo u  m e t  la st  s umm er .  Y ou re mem ber the m. They pl aye dball with me in 
the Mad R ive r country."
"U gh!" g ru nte d  thered skin.  "Heap rememb er!"

Bar tH odge s t epped f o r wa rd,his hand outstret c he d  to the Indian .

"Iam gl a d  to  se e you agai n,  Crow f oot," h e  s a i d .
" Me same," sai d Joe, shak i ngBart's  h and .  "Youheapgo o d t o ketch har d
ba ll when S trongH eart hi m  make i t go f ast  li ke a bu ll etan d  ma n  w ith sti ck he--w hi sh !--st rike a t it s o,no h it it  at all."

Th eyalll aug hed a t the  Ind ia n's m annerof de sc ribing Bart's s kill  at
catch ing .
"C on sarne d  if it  ai n't  a sigh t fer s o reey e s to  see ye, Mr. Crowf oo t ! "said Eph raim G a ll up ,  as he f ro zeto t h e  reds kin' s  h and andshooki twa rmly. " Ye ou was  t hebes t mas c ot a  baseb all-team  ever hed."

"How! h o w!" said theo ld f el l ow."No se Talk him  sta n d wa y ou t  f ar, ketch  ball  w h en it come there. How!  h ow!"
"Nose  Talk!" laugh ed Frank." W e ll, that 's o n eo n you, Gallup! "

Ja ck Ready w a s smilin g bla ndly. He  gave his h and a li ttl e f lir t i n sa lute, and ste p p ed f or ward wi than oddmov eme nt. 

" Ga ze on myclassicfe at ur es , J oseph Crowfoot ,Esq ui re, " hei nvited .
"Se e if  y ou can  recoll e ct w hatIdi d in  th egame. "

" S ure  rememb er," nodd edC rowf oo t.  "Talk- talk a heap,no  do much e ls e." 

Then t he jokewas on Jack, and even B a rt Hodg e w as fo rced  to smile ,
w hile G all u p gave  Ready  a re so und i n g sma c k  o n t he  shoulderw i thhis o pe n
ha nd.

"B less my punkins!"s nic kered the Ver mon ter. " Th at' s  a thu nd e rin ' good
one on you , Jack!"
Re a dy  looked sa d .
"A las!" h e sighe d. "I s  it thu s I am to  be defam ed ! An d bya
copper-aborigin e! The th o ughti sgalltomy sen si tiv e sou l
um!"

Merry led_the old_Indian into the cabin.

"Here_he is,"_Merry_laughed. "Crowfoot,_these_are some of_my friends,
whom you_met last summer. You_remember them. They_played_ball with me in
the Mad River country."

"Ugh!" grunted the redskin. "Heap remember!"

Bart Hodge stepped_forward,_his hand_outstretched_to_the Indian.

"I am glad to_see you again, Crowfoot," he_said.

"Me same,"_said Joe, shaking Bart's hand. "You heap good_to_ketch hard
ball when_Strong Heart him make it go fast like a_bullet and man with
stick he--whish!--strike at_it so, no_hit_it_at all."

They all laughed_at the Indian's manner of describing_Bart's skill at
catching.

"Consarned if it ain't_a sight fer sore eyes to see_ye, Mr. Crowfoot!"
said Ephraim Gallup, as_he froze to the redskin's_hand and_shook it
warmly. "Yeou was the_best mascot a_baseball-team ever_hed."

"How! how!" said_the old fellow. "Nose Talk him_stand way out_far,
ketch ball when it come there._How!_how!"

"Nose Talk!" laughed_Frank._"Well,_that's one_on you, Gallup!"

Jack_Ready_was smiling_blandly._He gave his hand a little_flirt_in
salute, and stepped forward with an odd_movement.

"Gaze on my classic_features,_Joseph Crowfoot, Esquire," he_invited.
"See if you can recollect_what I did in the game."

"Sure_remember," nodded_Crowfoot. "Talk-talk_a heap, no do much else."

Then the joke was on Jack,_and even Bart Hodge was forced_to smile,
while Gallup gave_Ready a_resounding_smack on the_shoulder_with his_open
hand.

"Bless my punkins!" snickered the Vermonter. "That's_a thunderin'_good
one on you, Jack!"

Ready looked sad.

"Alas!"_he sighed. "Is it_thus_I am to be defamed! And_by a
copper- aborigine! The thought is_gall to my sensitive soul