He turned it round and round.

It must be intended for some kind of bird-trap: yes, that must be it; and he cast an inquiring glance at Indiana.

She blushed, shook her head, and gave another of her silent laughs.
"Some game like battledore and shuttlecock,"-- and snatching up a light bass-wood chip, he began tossing the chip up and catching it on the netted frame.

The little squaw was highly amused, but rapidly went on with her work.

Louis was now almost angry at the perverse little savage persevering in keeping him in suspense.