"Now don't stand there like a ninny--scalp me," she cried.
He ran to her side and knelt down.

The widespread hair affected him curiously.

He touched it daintily, let it fall, and rose.

"To pull at a girl's hair! I couldn't do it." Leila laughed.

"A good pull, that's how to scalp." "I couldn't," said John.
"Well, you are a queer sort of Indian!" She was less merciful, but in the end, to her surprise, he had three scalps.