n by her work, while her pupil listened
and stared.

"I know--I know," he said quickly. "I show you." Then the wag of a
Delaware tossed the first stone fully twenty feet aloft, caught up the
others, and took that on the fly.

"I never saw anybody as dumb as you," was the comment. "What is the use
of your trying? You couldn't learn to play Jack Stones in ever so long."

She was about to try him again, when, childlike, she darted off upon a
widely different subject, for it had just come into her little head.

"Omas, when you were here the other day, you promised that the next time
you came to see me you would bring Linna."

"Dat so--Omas promise."

"Then why haven't you done as you said?"

"Omas never speak with double tongue; he bring Linna with him."

"You did?--where is she?" asked Alice, springing to her feet, clasping
her hands, and looking expectantly around.

The Delaware emitted a shrill, tremulous whistle, and immediately from
the wood several rods behind them came running the oddest looking little
girl anyone could have met in a long time.

Her face was as round as that of Alice, her long, black hair hung
loosely over her shoulders, her small eyes were as black as jet, her
nose a pug, her teeth as white and regular as were ever seen, while her
dress was a rude imitation of her father's except the skirt came below
her knees. Her feet were as small as a doll's, and encased in the beaded
little moccasins, were as pretty as they could be.

"That is Linna," said the proud father as she came obediently forward.

CHAPTER TWO: DANGER IN THE AIR

Little Linna, daughter of Omas, the Delaware warrior, was of the
same age as Alice Ripley. The weather was warm although she wore tiny
moccasins to protect her feet, she scorned the superfluous stockings and
undergarments that formed a part of the other's apparel.

Her hair was as black, abundant, and almost as long as her father's;
but her face was clean, and, perhaps in honor of the occasion, she, too,
sported a gaudy eagle feather in her hair.

She bounded out of the green wood like a fawn, but as she drew near
her parent and Alice, her footsteps became slower, and she halted a few
paces away, hung her head, with her forefinger between her pretty white
teeth--for all the world like any white girl of her years.

But Alice did not allow her to remain embarrassed. She had been begging
for this visit, and now, when she saw her friend, she ran forward, took