human
Oh, say, gasped Ned Stover, his eyes bulging,
gpt
This is the result of the idea you fellows gave me when you spoke of capturing scalps the other evening, laughed Frank.
human
Select your suits, gentlemen, and proceed to make up.
gpt
Make up? What for?
human
Just you make up, and I will tell you what for afterward.
gpt
Blate grazes--I mean great blazes! chuckled Rattleton, as he rubbed the war paint on his face.
human
Won't we make a bloodthirsty gang of roble ned men--er, noble red men!
gpt
Aren't you going to make up, Merry?
human
Not now. I am to be the decoy.
gpt
The decoy? What's in the wind, anyway?
human
Well, I have it pretty straight that some sophs, led by Browning, are coming to take me out for an airing to-night.
gpt
Eh? Take you out?
human
Yes.
gpt
And he means to take them in,
human
That's just it, nodded Frank.
gpt
If they come here, we'll be ready for them. If they do not come, we'll call on Mr. Browning.
human
I'm afraid this is rather a serious matter,
gpt
Oh, don't begin to croak! cried Rattleton.
human
Merriwell knows his business. Hurry up with your makeup. Can't tell how early the sophs will call.