"
"I've seen life-size boneheads frequently," announced James solemnly,
not smiling until Roger and Tom pelted him with bits of sod.
The arrow head was passed from hand to hand and every one studied it
carefully. Then they stretched across the field and began their
search. The result was not very satisfactory from Dicky's point of
view, for he concluded that he need not have worried as to how the load
was to be carried home. There were only seven found. Of these,
however, Dicky found two, one by his unaided efforts and the other
through Ethel Blue's taking pains not to see one that lay between him
and her. Nobody else found more than one and several of them found
none at all, so Dicky, after all, was hilarious.
In a corner of the field they built a fire and heated water for the tea
in a kettle thrust among the coals. Ears of corn still in the husk
were roasted between heated stones, bits of bacon sizzled appetizingly
from forked sticks and dripped on to the flames with a hissing sound,
and biscuits, fresh from Moya's oven, were reheated near the blaze.
It was while they were sitting around the fire that Dicky's mind turned
to the remainder of the Indian's equipment.
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