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Ike reasoned that some of his relatives might wish to take up the hunt and would be fortified by the smashed and distorted bullet. The general of division, De Launay, late of the French army operating in the Balkans and, before that, of considerable distinction on the western front, leaned forward in his chair as he sat in the Franco-American banking house of Doolittle, Rambaud & Cie. in Paris.
While pa was in the hospital at Kansas City he formed a plan to paralyze the town by driving six zebras to a tally-ho coach, in the parade, and the reporters interviewed pa, and the papers were full of it, and the people were wild with excitement, and everybody wanted to see a six-in-hand zebra team, driven by Alkali Ike, one of the greatest western stage drivers that was ever held up by road agents.
This piece of ingenuity was not original with the trappers, as Ike and Redwood admitted. It is the mode of rabbit-hunting practised by some tribes of western Indians, as the poor Shoshonees and miserable "diggers," whose whole lives are spent in a constant struggle to procure food enough to sustain them.
"I believe you are a stubborn sort of feller," he said, "but somehow I've took a kind o' likin' to you. I s'pose it's because I fished you out o' the river. You always think that the fish you ketch yourself are the best. Do you reckon that's the reason why we like him, Ike?" Ike nodded.
Now, if you boys want me for President, with this understanding, that you shall all keep away from me after the 4th of March, and never let anybody know that you ever heard of me, and that you will never write me even a postal card, why, you can go ahead with your boom," and the old man tied his necktie so it looked like a scrambled egg, and he and the boy went in to breakfast, the boy opening the outside door and whistling a weird whistle, which brought three boys up on the porch, when he said to them: "By the way, that presidential boom for Uncle Ike is off.
I don't want Injuns butchered here in the settlement like as Ike Crabtree done for Cherokee Billy. No sense in that." "That's what I say, too," agreed another. And this endorsement of Davis' view became quite general. Of course I had known right along that the settlers as a whole did not look with favor upon indiscriminate slaughter of the natives.
"If he does, I'm willin' he should extemporise at it." "Good man, Ikey!" drawled the voice again from the crowd. "I'll back Ikey to his last pant's button." Shock stood silent and smiling, while Ike stood facing him, more and more puzzled. Shock was an entirely new experience. He would not fight, he would not run away, he would not even get angry. At this point the old gentleman interfered.
She shook her dress and looked briskly around. "Wal, what you done, anyway? Emmy's folks come yet?" "No, but I guess that's them comin' now. I hope Ike won't come, though." Mrs. Gray stared at the Deacon. "Why not?" "Well, he's just sure to make a fuss," said Jack, "he's so afraid he won't get his share." Bill chewed on a straw and looked at Sarah abstractedly.
I guess He'll stay with it. He said so, didn't He?" "Yes," said Shock, with a sudden exaltation of faith, "He said so, and He will stay with it. Don't you be afraid, Ike. He will see you through."
"Oh, I don't know," said the boy, as he let out a secret school society yell at some boys across the street, which brought them all over-into the yard, as though there was a dog fight on. "Uncle Ike, you remind me of Father Time, after he has been to a barber and got shaved, with your smooth old laughing face. Why do I remind you of Indian summer?"
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