eternatural sagacity
about him. "Before the snows fell a man passed here with a red head,
grey clothes, and a squint in his left eye. His trail shows that his
brother has a grocer's shop and his wife smokes cigarettes on the sly."

"Oh, Daddy, how could you read all that?"

"It's easy enough, my son, when you get the knack of it. But look here,
we are Indians on the war-trail, and don't you forget it if you value
your scalp! Aha, here is Humpty Dumpty's trail!"

Uncle Pat had laid down a paper trail from this point, as Daddy well
knew; so now the children were off like a little pack of eager harriers,
following in and out among the bushes. Presently they had a rest.

"Great Chief, why does a wicked Paleface leave paper wherever he goes?"

Daddy made a great effort.

"He tears up the wicked letters he has written. Then he writes others
even wickeder and tears them up in turn. You can see for yourself that
he leaves them wherever he goes. Now, warriors, come along!"

Uncle Pat had dodged all over the limited garden, and the tribe followed
his trail. Finally they stopped at a gap in the hedge which leads into
the field. There was a little wooden hut in the field, where Daddy used
to go and put up a printed cardboard: "WORKING." He found it a very good
dodge when he wanted a quiet smoke and a nap. Usually there was nothing
else in the field, but this time the Chief pushed the whole tribe
hurriedly behind the hedge, and whispered to them to look carefully out
between the branches.

In the middle of the field a tripod of sticks supported a kettle. At
each side of it was a hunched-up figure in a coloured blanket. Uncle Pat
had done his work skilfully and well.

"You must get them before they can reach their rifles," said the Chief.
"What about their horses? Black Bear, move down the hedge and bring back
word about their horses. If you see none give three whistles."

The whistles were soon heard, and the warrior returned.

"If the horses had been there, what would you have done?"

"Scalped them!" said Dimples.

"Silly ass!" said Laddie. "Who ever heard of a horse's scalp? You would
stampede them."

"Of course," said the Chief. "If ever you see a horse grazing, you crawl
up to it, spring on its back and then gallop away with your head looking
under its neck and only your foot to be seen. Don't you forget it. But
we must scupper these rascals on our hunting-grounds."

"Shall we crawl up to th