"I wish we were well away from them.

That rascal Mahtawa is an ugly customer." "True, lad," returned Joe; "had _he_ bin the great chief our scalps had bin dryin' in the smoke o' a Pawnee wigwam afore now.

What now, lad ?" Joe's question was put in consequence of a gleeful smile that overspread the countenance of Dick Varley, who replied by pointing to a wigwam towards which they were approaching.
"Oh! that's only a dandy," exclaimed Joe.

"There's lots o' them in every Injun camp.

They're fit for nothin' but dress, poor contemptible critters." Joe accompanied his remark with a sneer, for of all pitiable objects he regarded an unmanly man as the most despicable.