mean. Then they got tame and didn't scalp people any more. Yes, sir,
they were real Indians, and they had real feathers on them!

Of course the feathers didn't belong to the Indians, the same as a
chicken's feathers, or a turkey's feathers belong to them. That is, the
feathers didn't grow on the Indians, even if they did seem to. No, the
Indians put them on for ornaments, just as ladies put plumes on their
hats with long hatpins.

Well, of course, Bully and Bawly and the other boys all went to the Wild
West show, and when they got home about all they did for several days
was to play cowboys or Indians. Indians mostly, for they liked them the
best. And the boys gave regular warwhoop cries.

"We'll have a new game," said Bully to Bawly one day. "We'll dress up
like the Indians did, and we'll go off in the woods, and we'll see if we
can capture white people."

"Real?" asked Bawly.

"No, only make-believe ones. And we'll build a camp fire, and take our
lunch, and sleep in the woods."

"After dark?" asked Bawly.

"Sure. Why not? Don't Indians sleep in the woods after dark?"

"Oh, but they have real guns and knives to kill the bears with,"
objected Bawly, "and our guns and knives will only be wooden."

"Well, maybe it will be better to only pretend it's night in the woods,"
agreed Bully. "We can go in a dark place under the trees, and make
believe it's night, and that will do just as well."

So they agreed to do that way, and for the next few days the frog boys
were busy making themselves up to look like Indians. Their mother let
them take some old blankets, and they got some red and green chalk to
put on their faces for war paint, and they found a lot of feathers over
at the homes of Charlie and Arabella Chick, and the three Wibblewobble
duck children. These feathers they put around their heads, and down
their backs, as the Indians in the Wild West show did.

"Now I guess we're ready to start off and hunt make-believe white
people," said Bawly one Saturday morning when there wasn't any school.

"Have you the lunch? We mustn't forget that," spoke Bully.

"Yes, I have it," his brother replied. "Take your bow and arrow, and
I'll carry the wooden gun."

Off they started as brave as an elephant when he has a bag of peanuts in
his trunk. They hurried to the woods, so none of their friends would see
them, for Bully and Bawly wanted to have it all a surprise. And pretty
soon they were under the trees where it was qu