Now, I'm tired, and I can't keep
my eyes open."
His head began to nod, and his eyes closed.
Bud picked him up and carried him to a pair of blankets which had been
spread on the shady side of Mrs. Graham's tent, and laid him down and
left him dead to the world.
Dick had placed the little, round looking-glass in Ted's hand.
As he took it, Ted uttered an exclamation.
"By Jove," he exclaimed, "I believe this is the little glass Stella used
to carry in her pocket. Why, what is this?"
Ted was holding the little mirror up to the sky, apparently in an
endeavor to look through it.
"What is it?" asked Bud, approaching the fire.
"Dick has brought back Stella's little pocket mirror," said Ted. "I'd
know it anywhere. But the back has been torn off it."
"Tooken off ther neck o' an Injun?" said Bud, dropping his usual jolly
manner. "I thought yer said thar wa'n't no bad Injuns eround yere, Sol
Flatbush. What d'yer make o' that?"
Sol Flatbush got a little pale.
"Thar ain't none," he said. "All ther Injuns on the reservation is
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