rst-rate rummaging for any boy of his
acquaintance, and it was a mine of wonders to the two young savages. He
had put into it some things which could hardly be useful to him, even if
he should be cast away upon a mountain, as Robinson Crusoe was upon an
island, and it was so much the better fun for Two Arrows and Na-tee-kah.
The fishing-hooks, lines, reel, etc., made the eyes of the former fairly
dance, and Sile brought out a joint-rod and put it together, with a
reel on, to show him how the machine worked. Two Arrows grew thoughtful
over that affair.

"Big fish break him."

"No. Show you about that to-morrow morning."

"Ugh! ugh!" suddenly exclaimed Ha-ha-pah-no. "Red-head got squaw? Boy!"

He did look young to be married, but she was pointing straight at a
brush and comb and some other articles which, to her notion, did not
belong in the treasury of a young warrior. Sile at once explained that
he used them himself, but there were several brushes and combs, and she
added,

"Ugh! Beat squaw. Take 'em away from her. What she do?"

"Try it on," said Sile, handing a brush and comb to Na-tee-kah, and a
peal of laughter announced the pleasure of the two Indian ladies, old
and young. Even Two Arrows dropped a "spoon-hook" to take an interest in
that proceeding.

"Come," said Ha-ha-pah-no, with a long string of merry gutturals of
explanation that she had seen a white lady at one of the forts putting
up the hair of another. She herself could do it, and in twenty seconds
more there was a yell from Na-tee-kah and a tooth out of the comb.

"Let me show you," said Sile, and from that moment there was not one
sound from the lips of Na-tee-kah. Whether she was hurt or not nobody
knew, for if the comb had extracted hair by the handful she would not
have whimpered. Ha-ha-pah-no insisted on having her hair combed by
Na-tee-kah. She must know how now, it was evident, and she did, for the
comb lost another tooth in the very first tangles of Ha-ha-pah-no's
hair.

"That's fun," said Yellow Pine. "Jest look at them critters. That there
squaw'll crack that lookin'-glass, twistin' her face, 'fore her combin'
is done."

She stood it pretty well, but the other contents of the box had less
interest now. She and Na-tee-kah preferred to go on with the brush and
comb. Even Two Arrows looked at them so enviously that Sile told him the
white chiefs did comb their hair. It was enough. Squaws were made to
serve braves, and they were both co