第117章 CHAPTER XXV(3)

Billy's face lengthened."That's so!"he said."The thing is to begin at the top and grease down.I'll show you!"Billy put the butter in his handkerchief and took the corners between his teeth.He climbed the pole,greasing it as he slid down.

"Now,I got to try first,"he said,"because I'm the biggest and so I have the best chance;only the one that goes first hasn't hardly any chance at all,because he has to wipe off the grease on himself,so the others can get up at last.See?""All right!"said Terry."You go first and then I will and then Alice.Phew!It's slick.He'll never get up."Billy wrestled manfully,and when he was exhausted he boosted Terry,and then both of them helped Alice,to whom they awarded a prize of her own doll.As they rested Billy remembered.

"Do your folks keep cows?"he asked.

"No,we buy milk,"said Terry.

"Gee!Then what about the butter?Maybe your ma needs it for dinner!""No,she doesn't!"cried Alice."There's stacks of it!

I can have all the butter I want."

"Well,I'm mighty glad of it!"said Billy."I didn't just think.I'm afraid we've greased our clothes,too.""That's no difference,"said Terry."We can play what we please in these things.""Well,we ought to be all dirty,and bloody,and have feathers on us to be real Indians,"said Billy.

Alice tried a handful of dirt on her sleeve and it streaked beautifully.Instantly all of them began smearing themselves.

"If we only had feathers,"lamented Billy.

Terry disappeared and shortly returned from the garage with a feather duster.Billy fell on it with a shriek.

Around each one's head he firmly tied a twisted handkerchief,and stuck inside it a row of stiffly upstanding feathers.

"Now,if we just only had some pokeberries to paint us red,we'd be real,for sure enough Indians,and we could go on the warpath and fight all the other tribes and burn a lot of them at the stake."Alice sidled up to him."Would huckleberries do?"she asked softly.

"Yes!"shouted Terry,wild with excitement."Anything that's a colour."Alice made another trip to the refrigerator.Billy crushed the berries in his hands and smeared and streaked all their faces liberally.

"Now are we ready?"asked Alice.

Billy collapsed."I forgot the ponies!You got to ride ponies to go on the warpath!""You ain't neither!"contradicted Terry."It's the very latest style to go on the warpath in a motor.

Everybody does!They go everywhere in them.They are much faster and better than any old ponies."Billy gave one genuine whoop."Can we take your motor?"Terry hesitated.

"I suppose you are too little to run it?"said Billy.

"I am not!"flashed Terry."I know how to start and stop it,and I drive lots for Stephens.It is hard to turn over the engine when you start.""I'll turn it,"volunteered Billy."I'm strong as anything.""Maybe it will start without.If Stephens has just been running it,sometimes it will.Come on,let's try."Billy straightened up,lifted his chin and cried:"Houpe!

Houpe!Houpe!"

The little O'Mores stared in amazement.

"Why don't you come on and whoop?"demanded Billy.

"Don't you know how?You are great Indians!

You got to whoop before you go on the warpath.

You ought to kill a bat,too,and see if the wind is right.But maybe the engine won't run if we wait to do that.You can whoop,anyway.All together now!"They did whoop,and after several efforts the cry satisfied Billy,so he led the way to the big motor,and took the front seat with Terry.Alice and Little Brother climbed into the back.

"Will it go?"asked Billy,"or do we have to turn it?""It will go,"said Terry as the machine gently slid out into the avenue and started under his guidance.

"This is no warpath!"scoffed Billy."We got to go a lot faster than this,and we got to whoop.Alice,why don't you whoop?

Alice arose,took hold of the seat in front and whooped.

"If I open the throttle,I can't squeeze the bulb to scare people out of our way,"said Terry."I can't steer and squeeze,too.""We'll whoop enough to get them out of the way.Go faster!"urged Billy.

Billy also stood,lifted his chin and whooped like the wildest little savage that ever came out of the West.

Alice and Little Brother added their voices,and when he was not absorbed with the steering gear,Terry joined in.

"Faster!"shouted Billy.

Intoxicated with the speed and excitement,Terry threw the throttle wider and the big car leaped forward and sped down the avenue.In it four black,feather-bedecked children whooped in wild glee until suddenly Terry's war cry changed to a scream of panic.

"The lake is coming!"

"Stop!"cried Billy."Stop!Why don't you stop?"Paralyzed with fear Terry clung to the steering gear and the car sped onward.

"You little fool!Why don't you stop?"screamed Billy,catching Terry's arm."Tell me how to stop!"A bicycle shot beside them and Freckles standing on the pedals shouted:"Pull out the pin in that little circle at your feet!"Billy fell on his knees and tugged and the pin yielded at last.Just as the wheels struck the white sand the bicycle sheered close,Freckles caught the lever and with one strong shove set the brake.The water flew as the car struck Huron,but luckily it was shallow and the beach smooth.Hub deep the big motor stood quivering as Freckles climbed in and backed it to dry sand.

Then he drew a deep breath and stared at his brood.

"Terence,would you kindly be explaining?"he said at last.

Billy looked at the panting little figure of Terry.

"I guess I better,"he said."We were playing Indians on the warpath,and we hadn't any ponies,and Terry said it was all the style to go in automobiles now,so we----"Freckles's head went back,and be did some whooping himself.

"I wonder if you realize how nearly you came to being four drowned children?"he said gravely,after a time.

"Oh,I think I could swim enough to get most of us out,"said Billy."Anyway,we need washing."