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“There!” exclaimed the boy, with a sigh, “it is done, and I think it will answer very well.”

As he looked up, he saw the Mohave still standing silent and sullen, but with his dark eyes fixed upon the young artisan with a curious expression, as though a dim idea of the meaning of all this was gradually filtrating through his brain.

“What do you think of it?” asked the youngster, holding up the block of stone, with a smile at his own success, and at the whim which prompted the query. If the questioned had any idea of the meaning of the question, he did not choose to manifest it, but maintained the same stolid silence as before.

“I don’t suppose it will suit you very well; at any rate your friends will be more astonished than pleased with it.”

The boy called his brother, who immediately made his appearance. It took but a few moments to explain his scheme, which pleased the young man.

“It can do no harm to us to try it,” he said, as he picked it up and carried it to Jim. The latter listened to the explanation a moment, and his great eyes rolled with delight at the scheme.