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eyes with his hand so that he could look straight 

 at Philip. The little one appeared very surprised. 

 As soon as Philip's heart stayed still a minute, he 

 thought he had never seen such small Indians be- 

 fore, nor ones with such jolly faces. The Indians 

 he had seen always looked very grave, and he was 

 sure they were much taller than Goldenrod. 



Soon the big Indian took his hand from his face, 

 and crouched down in the bushes. The little one 

 did the same thing. Philip thought, " They're 

 waiting to spring from their ambush; I'll wait 

 also." So he burrowed like a woodchuck into a 

 very thick clump of Goldenrod and sat quite still. 

 He had hardly settled himself there when the 

 Indians sprang from their hiding-place and 

 shouted, "Fight, fight!" 



They had long sprays of Goldenrod in their 

 hands, and before Philip could get up on his feet, 

 they were waving them in his face. That was a 

 little too much to stand even from Indians. He 

 grabbed another long piece of Goldenrod and 

 cried, " Come on ! " 



The fight didn't last long, because they slashed 

 the flowers off the rods, which soon broke. Then 

 the little Indian lifted a tomahawk and hit Philip 

 with It on the arm. The tomahawk bent and 

 cracked open, and he saw it was made of paper. 



That's queer, Philip thought, and grabbed the 

 little Indian around the waist. At the same time 

 he looked the big one straight in the eye. 



