the bed which properly belonged to him.

"No," said the Indian, with a wave of his hand. "White boys stay there.
Indian sleep anywhere."

So saying, he lay down in one corner of the cabin, and settled himself
apparently to repose.

"But," said Philip, "we don't want to take your bed."

"No matter!" said the Indian once more.

"You are very kind," said Philip. "Henry, we may as well lay down
again."

Henry obeyed directions, but he was not altogether free from alarm. He
had read that the Indians are very crafty. How did he know but their
copper-colored host might get up in the night, skillfully remove their
scalps, and leave them in a very uncomfortable plight?

"Hadn't we better get up, and run away as soon as he is asleep?" he
whispered to Philip.

"No; he's friendly," answered Philip confidently.

As Henry had read about friendly Indians--all he knew about Indians,
by the way, was derived from reading stories written by authors little
wiser than himself--he concluded that perhaps there was nothing to fear,
and after a while fell asleep again.

When the boys awoke it was morning. They looked toward the corner where
the Indian had lain down, but it was vacant.

"He's gone." said Henry, rather relieved.

"You were pretty well frightened last night," said Philip, smiling.

"Who wouldn't be!" asked Henry; "to wake up and see a big Indian in the
room?"

"I dare say many boys would be frightened," said Philip, "but I don't
think a boy who left home to go out West to kill Indians ought to be
afraid of one."

"I guess I'll give up going," said Henry, rather abashed.

"I think myself it would be as well," observed Philip quietly. "You'd
find it rather serious business if you should meet any real Indian
warriors."

"I don't know but I should," Henry admitted, rather awkwardly. "I didn't
think much about it when I left home."

"I suppose you thought you'd be a match for half a dozen Indian
warriors?" said Philip, laughing.

"That was the way with 'Bully Bill'; or, 'The Hero of the Plains,'" said
Henry. "He always came off best when he fought with the Indians."

"I don't think either you or I will ever prove a Bully Bill," said
Philip. "I might enjoy going out West some time, but I shouldn't expect
to kill many Indians. I think they would stand a good deal better chance
of shooting me."

Henry said nothing, but looked thoughtful. His romantic ideas seemed to
have received a sudden shock, and he was tryi