Before he could answer, there was a loud smack against the other side of the wall. Then we heard loud, rude laughing. He threw his hands up and shook his dark black hair. I knew they would be trouble as soon as I saw them. I asked, as the hooting and shouting next door continued.
Every camp house has two cabins.
He counted on his fingers as he talked. The Cherokees and the Mohawks, the Comanches and Arapaho, the Hopi and the Sioux, and the rest. Max joined us at my bunk. And the Mohawks are the worst of the bunch. No one had an answer for that.