"But in her captivity," continued Mushymush, "she managed to stain
her face with poke-berry juice, and mingling with the Indian
maidens was enabled to pass for one of the tribe. Once undetected,
she boldly ingratiated herself with the Boy Chief,--how honestly
and devotedly he best can tell,--for I, Mushymush, the little
sister of the Boy Chief, am Eliza Jane Sniffen."
The Pirate Prodigy clasped her in his arms. The Boy Chief, raising
his hand, ejaculated:--
"Bless you, my children!"
"There is but one thing wanting to complete this reunion," said
Chitterlings, after a pause, but the hurried entrance of a scout
stopped his utterance.
"A commissioner from the Great Father in Washington."
"Scalp him!" shrieked the Boy Chief; "this is no time for
diplomatic trifling."
"We have, but he still insists upon seeing you, and has sent in his
card."
The Boy Chief took it, and read aloud, in agonized accents:--
"Charles F. Hall Golightly, late Page in United States Senate, and
Acting Commissioner of United States."
In another moment, Golightly, pale, bleeding, and, as it were,
prematurely bald, but still cold and intellectual, entered the
wigwam.
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