"I don't know when you will get this. Once in a while an Indian rides
forth to civilization, and this letter will perforce await such a
messenger. I wrote to Aunt Agatha from the little hamlet where Johnny
is waiting with the van. I know she is fussing.
"You wrote me something in one of your letters, that Dick and Carl were
planning to camp and hunt wild turkeys in the Glades. Let me know what
luck they had and all the news.
"Ever yours,
"Diane."
Now, if Diane proved readily adaptable to the wild life about her, no
less did Philip. At night he smoked comfortably by his camp fire,
unwound the hullabaloo upon request or lent it to Sho-caw. He rode
hard and fearlessly with the warriors, hunted bear and alligator,
acquired uncommon facility in the making of sof-ka, the tribal stew,
and helped in the tanning of pelts and the building of cypress canoes.
Presently the unmistakable whir of a sewing machine which Sho-caw had
bought from a trader, floated one morning from Philip's wigwam. Keela
reported literally that Mr. Poynter had said he was building himself a
much-needed tunic, though he had experienced considerable difficulty in
the excavation of the sleeves.
CHAPTER XXXVII
IN THE GLADES
"What the devil is the matter with you, Carl?" demanded Dick Sherrill
irritably.
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