way. "No Woodchuck!" was the first opinion, but
suddenly Guy called "I see him." There in a little hollow fully sixty
yards from his den, and nearly a hundred from the boys, concealed in a
bunch of clover, Guy saw a patch of gray fur hardly two inches square.
"That's him, sure."

Yan could not see it at all. Sam saw but doubted. An instant later
the Woodchuck (for it was he) stood up on his hind legs, raised his
chestnut breast above the clover, and settled all doubt.

"By George!" exclaimed Yan in admiration. "_That is great_. You
have the most wonderful eyes I ever did see. Your name ought to be
'Hawkeye'--that should be your name."

"All right," shrilled out Guy enthusiastically. "Will you--will
you, Sam, will you call me Hawkeye? I think you ought to," he added
pleadingly.

"I think so, Sam," said the Second Chief. "He's turned out great
stuff, an' it's regular Injun."

"We'll have to call a Council and settle that. Now let's to business."

"Say, Sapwood, you're so smart, couldn't you go round through the
woods to your side and crawl through the clover so as get between the
old Grizzly and his den?" suggested the Head Chief.

"I bet I can, an' I'll bet a dollar--"

"Here, now," said Yan, "Injuns don't have dollars."

"Well, I'll bet my scalp--my black scalp, I mean--against Sam's that I
kill the old Grizzly first."

"Oh, let me do it first--you do it second," said Sam imploringly.

"Errr--yer scared of yer scalp."

"I'll go you," said Sam.

Each of the boys had a piece of black horsehair that he called his
scalp. It was tied with a string to the top of his head--and this was
what Guy wished to wager.

Yan now interfered: "Quit your squabbling, you Great War Chiefs, an'
'tend to business. If Woodpecker kills old Grizzly he takes Sapwood's
scalp; if Sappy kills him he takes the Woodpecker's scalp, an' the
winner gets a grand feather, too."

Sam and Yan waited impatiently in the woods while Guy sneaked around.
The Woodchuck seemed unusually bold this day. He wandered far from his
den and got out of sight in hollows at times. The boys saw Guy crawl
through the fence, though the Woodchuck did not. The fact was, that he
had always had the enemy approach him from the other side, and was not
watching eastward.

Guy, flat on his breast, worked his way through the clover. He crawled
about thirty yards and now was between the Woodchuck and his den.
Still old Grizzly kept on stuffing himself with clover and