Billy put his arm around her shoulders and smiling down at her said: "No, but I sent it in your name because if it hadn't been for you and your mother and father I never could have written it!"

[Ill.u.s.tration: "I PUT INDIAN FLAG ON MY SINGING BOX."]

As the strains of music floated through the air, attracting the sheep from the prairie, two dreamy children sat beside the radio, which was perched on the top of a packing box, and listened eagerly.

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE WHITE CHILD LOVES HIS INDIAN FRIENDS]

Bah had outgrown her fear of the "Singing Box" as she called the radio, and each day she and Billy would enjoy songs and music from the city--strange sounds, some of them, to the little Indian girl.

But to Billy it had become a greater joy than he ever had antic.i.p.ated to watch her rapture with the new toy.

One day he found a stick with feathers stuck on top of the radio, and he asked her what it meant.

"Bah put flag on Singing Box. That is Indian flag!"

Billy never ceased learning about the Indians, their customs and their interesting ways.

Perhaps the Fighting Bulls also were learning. They learned what many Indians do not know--that the white child loves his brother--the first American.