the miscellaneous collection with no little amusement.
"Sorry to disappoint you, boys, but. I don't think you are holding in your hands the remains of Powhatan or Sitting Bull or their squaws or papooses, but I do think you've struck what they call a shell heap, and you've got hold of some of the bones of the dogs and chickens and so forth they feasted on."
"Blame it then!" exclaimed Cat disgustedly, at the same time throwing the bones on the floor. "I wouldn't mind carrying a Big Chief around to show to all the girls, but blessed if I'm going to tote any chicken bones around."
"What'd I tell you?" said Jimmy. "Thought you knew more'n I did. Told you it warn't anything but dogs' bones."
"That's all right," encouraged Turner, "he's made a big discovery anyhow, and he'll get a write-up in the paper. This is what the reporters call a scoop. Wait till I show you something in an Indian book I've got upstairs."
Jimmy continued to joke Cat about his bone find till Turner appeared with a book.
