ls by to-morrow."

"Bully!" shouted Sam. (He had not been addressed at all, but he was
not thin-skinned.) Within ten minutes he had organized another "White
massacree"--that is, a raid on the home barn, and in half an hour he
returned with a peck of corn.

"Now, lemme be Deer," said Caleb. "Give me five minutes' start, then
follow as fast as ye like. I'll show ye what a real Deer does."

He strode away bearing the dummy, and in five minutes as they set out
on the trail he came striding back again. Oh, but that seemed a long
run. The boys followed the golden corn trail--a grain every ten feet
was about all they needed now, they were so expert. It was a straight
run for a time, then it circled back till it nearly cut itself again
(at X, page 298). The boys thought it did so, and claimed the right to
know, as on a real Deer trail you could tell. So Caleb said, "No, it
don't cut the old trail." Where, then, did it go? After beating about,
Sam said that the trail looked powerful heavy, like it might be
double.

"Bet I know," said Guy. "He's doubled back," which was exactly what he
did do, though Caleb gave no sign. Yan looked back on the trail and
found where the new one had forked. Guy gave no heed to the ground
once he knew the general directions. He ran ahead (toward Y), so did
Sam, but Guy glanced back to Yan on the trail to make sure of the
line.

They had not gone far beyond the nearest bushes before Yan found
another quirk in the trail. It doubled back at Z. He unravelled the
double, glanced around, and at O he plainly saw the Deer lying on
its side in the grass. He let off a triumphant yell, "Yi, yi, yi,
_Deer_!" and the others came running back just in time to see Yan
send an arrow straight into its heart.

VI

WAR BONNET, TEEPEE AND COUPS

Forty yards and first shot. Well, that's what the Injuns would call a
'_grand coup_,' and Caleb's face wore the same pleasant look as
when he made the fire with rubbing-sticks.

"What's a _grand coup?_" asked Little Beaver.

"Oh, I suppose it's a big deed. The Injuns call a great feat a
'_coup_,' an' an extra big one a '_grand coup_.' Sounds like
French, an' maybe 'tis, but the Injuns says it. They had a regular way
of counting their _coup_, and for each they had the right to an
Eagle feather in their bonnet, with a red tuft of hair on the end for
the extra good ones. At least, they used to. I reckon now they're
forgetting it all, and any buck Injun wears ju