"What do you say I get the suit?"
"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport."
"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,"
returned the fun-loving Rover.
Tom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some
face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned.
Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where
Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.
"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller," the German
youth was saying.
"Or the sticks were lower," replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd.
"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to
run, too."
"The Indians have come," put in Frank.
"Indians?" repeated Hans Mueller. "Vere is da?"
"They say a band of them are in the woods around here," answered
Tom. "If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp
you."
"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!" cried Mueller in alarm. "Vot is
dem Indians doing here annavay?"
"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They
had something like half a million in a corral, and about two
thousand got away from them."
This preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all
seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions
about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as
those of generations ago.
"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem," he said at last.
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