But the Medicine Man said: "If I were you boys I'd fix up a peace. Now
you've won you ought to ask them to a big pow-wow."

These were the events that led to the friendly meeting of the two
Tribes in full war-paint.

Chief Woodpecker first addressed them: "Say, fellers--Brother Chiefs,
I mean--this yere quar'lin' don't pay. We kin have more fun working
together. Let's be friends an' join in one Tribe. There's more fun
when there's a crowd."

"All right," said Blackhawk; "but we'll call the tribe the 'Boilers,'
coz we have the majority, and leave me Head Chief."

"You are wrong about that. Our Medicine Men makes us even number
and more than even weight. We've got the best camp--have the
swimming-pond, and we are the oldest Tribe, not to speak of the
success we had in a certain leetle business not long ago which the
youngest of us kin remember," and Guy grinned in appreciation of this
evident reference to his exploit.

As a matter of fact, it was the swimming-pond that turned the day. The
Boilers voted to join the Sangers. Their holiday was only ten days,
the Sangers had got a week's extension, and all knew that they could
get most out of their time by going to the pond camp. The question of
a name was decided by Little Beaver.

"Boiler Warriors," said he, "it is the custom of the Indians to have
the Tribes divided in clans. We are the Sanger clan. You are the
Boiler clan. But as we all live in Sanger we are all Sanger Indians."

"Who's to be Head Chief?"

Blackhawk had no notion of submitting to Woodpecker, whom he had
licked, nor would Woodpecker accept a Chief of the inferior tribe.
One suggested that Little Beaver be Chief, but out of loyalty to his
friend, the Woodpecker, Yan declined.

"Better leave that for a few days till you get acquainted," was the
Medicine Man's wise suggestion.

That day and the next were spent in camp. The Boilers had their teepee
to make and beds to prepare. The Sangers merrily helped, making a
"bee" of it.

Bow and arrow making were next to do. Little Beaver had not fully
replaced his own destroyed by the robber. A hunt of the Burlap Deer
was a pleasant variation of the second day, though there were but two
bows for all, and the Boilers began to realize that they were really
far behind the Sangers in knowledge of Woodcraft.

At swimming Blackhawk was easily first. Of course, this greatly
increased his general interest in the swimming-pond, and he chiefly
was responsible fo