"A Indian's mouth, even if he is
wild, is just like ours, and it isn't big enough to bite. You've got
to have an awful big mouth to bite."
"Henry Watson bit you once, I heard mother say so," declared Janet,
as she and her brother still stood by the rocks and listened again
for the funny sound to come from the stones. But there was silence.
"Well, Henry Watson's got an awful big mouth," remarked Teddy.
"Maybe he's wild, and that's the reason."
"He couldn't be an Indian, could he?" Janet went on.
"Course not!" declared her brother. "He's a boy, same as I am, only
his mouth's bigger. That's why he bit me. I 'member it now."
"Did it hurt?" asked Janet.
"Yep," answered her brother. "But I'm going in there and see what
that noise was. It won't hurt me."
Teddy began to feel that Janet was asking so many questions in order
that he might forget all about what he intended to do. And he surely
did want to see what was in among the rocks.
Once more he went closer to them, and then the noise sounded more
loudly than before. It came so suddenly that Teddy and Janet jumped
back, and there was no doubt but what they were both frightened.
"Oh, I'm not going to stay here another minute!" cried Janet. "Come
on, Ted, let's go home!"
"No, wait just a little!" he begged. "I'll go in and come right out
again--that is if it's anything that bites. If it isn't you can come
in with me.
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