"Pooh! I'm not afraid!" declared Teddy.

"Anyhow, if it does bite me it's got to come out of the rocks first."

"Well, maybe it will come out."

"If it does I can see it and run!" went on the little boy.

"Would you run and leave me all alone?" asked Janet.

"Nope! Course I wouldn't do _that_," Teddy declared. "I'd run and I'd
help you run. But I don't guess anything'll bite me. Anyhow, Indians
don't bite."

"How do you know?" asked Janet. "Some Indians are wild. I heard
Uncle Frank say so, and wild things bite!"

"But not Indians," insisted Teddy. "A Indian's mouth, even if he is
wild, is just like ours, and it isn't big enough to bite. You've got
to have an awful big mouth to bite."

"Henry Watson bit you once, I heard mother say so," declared Janet,
as she and her brother still stood by the rocks and listened again
for the funny sound to come from the stones. But there was silence.

"Well, Henry Watson's got an awful big mouth," remarked Teddy.
"Maybe he's wild, and that's the reason."

"He couldn't be an Indian, could he?" Janet went on.