Sergeant: Come back and tell the rest; what happened then? Private (_comes down_): Someone sung out, "O, you're a coward, afraid of an old Indian. Let _us_ have him!" Whew! You'd orter seen him _then_. I never see the Captain so mad. "Who says I'm a coward?" he roared, rolling up his sleeves. Lieutenant: Well, did they fight him? (_Laughs._) Private: Guess not--didn't want to tackle that job. So the Captain after a minute or two took the old Indian by the arm and led him off to feed. Sergeant: That was just like the Captain, but it may be the old fellow is a spy after all. Lieutenant: Well, I guess that's the only Indian that we are likely to see and it's too bad of the Captain to spoil the boys' fun. O, here comes the noble red man now. (Gerolomo _enters at right, comes down slowly and timidly._) Lieutenant: Hullo, there, you redskin! What's your name? (_Goes to him._) Indian: Gerolomo. Me heap good Injun; heap like paleface, bring paleface heap meat. (_Shows gun and continues to move on slowly across stage._) Lieutenant: Stand still, there, and tell us where the rest of your people are; we'd like pretty well to kill a few hundred. Indian (_stands_): Big paleface tell Gerolomo go bring venison, go bring duck. Lieutenant: Well, why don't you do it, then? Better mind him, I tell you, or he'll have you shot. Indian (_shaking head decidedly_): No, no, big paleface heap good, heap brave; no harm poor Injun. Sergeant (_going to_ Indian): You're off now, I'll bet, to tell your people just where to find us and just how many palefaces there are here. Indian (_repeats former business_): No, no, Gerolomo go tell big paleface got venison, got duck, got squirrel. Private (_going to him and shaking his fist at him_): None o' your lying now. If you go to the Captain with that yarn he'll make short work o' you. The Captain hates a liar, he does. Indian (_whining_): Me no lie, me good Injun. Me go tell big paleface me bring venison, me bring duck, me bring squirrel. Lieutenant (_to the others_): Listen to that, will you? He'll bring venison, he'll bring duck, he'll bring squirrel. My! but we'll be living high. (All _laugh._) Sergeant: We'd like to _see_ your venison, your duck, and your squirrel. Indian (_briskly_): All right, me bring 'em in, me bring heap meat. (_Turns about and moves toward right exit._) Lieutenant: Better go with him, Dunn, because if he is lying to us, which he probably is, he'll not come back. Private: All right, come on you "heap good Injun." We'll see what you've got out there. (_Exeunt._) Sergeant (_saluting_): Hadn't I better go, too, Lieutenant? He may get away from Dunn. Lieutenant: No, I think Dunn can manage him. But hasn't he learned the trick of telling a good lie? Sergeant: I should think so. Venison, duck and squirrel, and he's only been in the woods a few hours. Lieutenant: Well, of course he may be telling the truth, because the woods are full of game, and I daresay the old fellow is a good shot.