"But, just a
moment," as Mrs. Peyton appeared on the green with a tray of cakes.
She was followed by a maid with a pail of lemonade.
"Isn't it time for a feast and a war dance or something?" she asked.
"We have just been having a pow-wow," replied Rand, "and our throats
are dry with much talking. We have just concluded a treaty with
the tribe of Highpoint and are ready for the feast of amity."
Wat would have declined to join in the festivities, but the boys
were importunate, and the next half-hour was spent in an interchange
of talk, in which the words: Scouts, patrol, tests, boats, were of
frequent occurrence, and during which the cake and lemonade vanished
as quickly as snowflakes in July, after which the Uncas escorted
the messenger for a distance on his way, finally bidding him good-by
with three cheers and a flourish on their bugles.
CHAPTER XIV
A DEFIANCE
"Well," began Rand on the evening of the day on which the challenge
had been received from the Highpoint Patrol, "what shall we do with
this challenge?"
"Accept it, av coorse," cried Gerald.
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