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What a day they had! They fought Indians from one end of the island to
the other, killing and scalping twenty-nine. They bathed in the quieter
current on the other side, and they dried themselves in the sun, and in
the sun they slept till they were burned red; and then just as they were
thinking that it was time to go back to the camp and gather together
their belongings and set off for home, Speug gave a whistle that had in
it this time no pretence of danger, and bolted into the wood, followed
by the other three. Whether he had heard the firing, or the Seminoles
had sent a message, they never knew, but the farmer was on the island
and proceeding in their direction through the brushwood. Speug did not
think that he had seen them, and he would not quite know where they
were, and in an instant that leader of men had formed what he thought
the best of all his plans. He gave his directions to the other three,
who executed a war-dance at the mere thought of the strategy, and then
departed hurriedly for the camp; but Speug, who was naked, and not
ashamed, started rapidly in an opposite direction, and just gave the
farmer a glimpse of him as he hurried up the island.

"Ye're there, are ye, ye young blackguards! Wait till I catch ye;
trespassin' and lightin' fires, I'll be bound; it's Perth gaol ye'll be
in the nicht, or I'm no farmer of Middleton. Ye may hide if ye please,
but I'll find ye, and ye'll no get the old boat to go back in, for I've
found that, clever as ye thought yourselves, and knocked the bottom oot
o' it."

It was twenty minutes before he discovered Speug, and then Speug was
standing on the edge of the water at the top of the island, where the
current runs swift and strong towards the other side.

"Was it me ye were seekin'?" said Speug, rosy red all over, but not with
modesty. "I thought I heard somebody crying. We're glad to see ye on the
island. Have ye come to bathe?"

"Wait till I get a grip of ye, ye impident little deevil, and, my word,
I'll bathe ye," and the farmer made for Speug.

"I'll bathe mysel'," said Speug, when the enemy almost had his hands on
him, and dived into the river, coming up nearly opposite the horrified
man; and then, as he went down with the current which took him over to
the opposite side, he invited the farmer to come in. When he landed
Speug bade the farmer good-bye with much courtesy, and hoped he would
enjoy himself among his Indian friends.

"Wait till I cro