mmanded to take charge of his long,
bushy, and decidedly tangled barbering. Not for his life would he have
uttered a cry of pain, but he made up his mind that a pale-face can
endure a great deal before they got through with him.

Supper had to be eaten, and sharp appetites helped them to get away long
enough for that duty, but then the brush and comb began again under
Sile's instruction.

"That there comb won't last long," said Yellow Pine. "Tell 'em to put
on some grease, Sile, and some ribbons. Ribbons, Sile, and some beads,
and--"

"And some red flannel," said Jonas, "and some tinware."

"I'd forgotten all about that," exclaimed Sile, springing up.

In a few moments his visitors were in a new state of excitement, for
they were tying up their now glossy locks with brilliant ribbons and
strips of gay cloth. To these were added some of the brilliant
white-metal ornaments that pass for silver among the very youngest
pale-face children. Two Arrows put on his full share of all that was
offered and became a very gay-looking young Indian. There was no danger
that he would stand on his head and spoil his ribbons, but he felt
almost too proud to stand on his feet. He felt more and more sure that
the world did not contain quite such another hero, and longed for the
presence of his whole band, and of his entire tribe, and of several
other tribes, that he might walk up and down in front of them and be
admired. No white boy with a new stovepipe hat and a pair of yellow kid
gloves ever wanted to walk through so many streets or past quite so many
"boarding-schools" as did Two Arrows--only that his showing-off places
were such as he was best acquainted with.

Na-tee-kah was more quiet than even Ha-ha-pah-no, for that highly
respectable squaw had done up her head remarkably.

"All she wants to finish it off is two tin dippers and a set of
sleigh-bells. I saw a squaw do that once. There's no telling what they
won't put on. But I say, jedge, that there littler one is a born lady,
and she's right down good-lookin' too. All she needs is good dressin'
and she'd kind o' shine."

There was not a doubt of it, and her highly-colored ribbons had been put
on with better taste than those of Ha-ha-pah-no, and they showed to good
advantage her clear, dark complexion, brilliant eyes, and regular
features. Old Long Bear had a right to be proud of both his children.

It was grand fun, but there came an end to it at last. Two Arrows went
out