When the dancers were more frenzied they held the squirming serpents in their mouths by the middle and allowed them to coil around their necks, dancing wildly the while.

The whole affair was so nauseating and offensive that as soon as it was possible the visitors withdrew and retired to their "camp." It was now almost midnight, but the path was lighted by the little lanterns they carried.
As they approached the automobile Uncle John was disturbed not to see Wampus at his post.

A light showed from the front of the car, but the chauffeur seemed to be missing.

Coming nearer, however, they soon were greeted by a joyous barking from Mumbles and discovered Wampus squatting upon the ground, puffing at the small end of the cigar and seeming quite composed and tranquil.
"What are you doing there ?" demanded the Major, raising his lantern the better to light the scene.
"I play jailer," grunted Wampus, without moving.

"Him want to steal; Mumble he make bark noise; for me, I steal too--I steal Injun." A dusky form, prone upon the ground, began to squirm under Wampus, who was then discovered to be sitting upon a big Indian and holding him prisoner.