"He said that children should be seen and not heard."
Fred's face was expressive of his anger, but he wisely did not respond to
the suggestion of his friend.
It was not long before Zeke and the two newcomers entered the camp where
breakfast was hastily prepared for the Indian and his companion.
"Zeke," spoke up John, "we don't understand what's going on. What does all
this mean?"
"What does all what mean?" retorted Zeke blankly.
"You know just as well as I do. What is this man doing here in our camp
again?"
"You'll have to ask him."
"Well, I don't want to ask him. I don't want anything to do with him. He
stole Simon Moultrie's diary, he smashed one of our boats, he took one of
our packs and no one knows how much more damage he has done. I don't think
he ought to be here."
"You might tell him so," suggested Zeke, smiling slightly as he spoke.
"I'm not going to tell him," retorted John. "I'm telling you and you are
responsible for this party."
"That's right, so I be," spoke up Zeke as if it was the first time he had
heard the statement. "There isn't much use," he continued, "in my looking
after you when I find that you don't pay any 'tention to what I tell you.
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