I whispered, "Someone's hiding behind those purple thistles." "Be careful," Maria whispered as I stepped from the barn. "We see you," I yelled. "Come on out!" I sounded braver than I felt. Wow! A dark head appeared. A boy about my age limped forward. He had black hair and high cheekbones. His eyes were like ebony buttons. He was an Indian! Where had he come from? Book jacket.