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"I don't believe a word you say," she declared stubbornly. "You STOLE that knife. I suppose you also stole the hair. You can't MAKE me believe a thing like that!" "Squaw-talk-far-off run, run heap fas', get home quick. Me seeum, Viney seeum, Lucy seeum." Hagar pointed to each as she named her, and waited until they give a confirmatory nod.
Good Indian felt that she was still waiting, with all the quiet persistence of her sex when on the trail of a romance. He reached up and caught the hand upon his shoulder, and laid it against his cheek. He laughed surrender. "Squaw-talk-far-off heap smart," he mimicked old Peppajee gravely. "Heap bueno."
"Ketchum Squaw-talk-far-off," he explained gutturally. Good Indian took the envelope, thinking it must be a telegram, though he could not imagine who would be sending him one. His name was written plainly upon the outside, and within was a short note scrawled upon a telegraph form: "Come up as soon as you possibly can. I've something to tell you." That was what she had written.
She looked full at Evadna. "Yo' like see, me show whereum walk," she said grimly. "Good Injun boot make track, Squaw-talk-far-off little shoe make track. Me show, yo' thinkum mebbyso me tell lie. Stoppum in sagebrush, ketchum hair. Me ketchum knife Good Injun knife, mebbyso." Revenge mastered cupidity, and she produced that also, and held it up where they could all see. Evadna looked and winced.
"Yo' thinkum Good Injun love yo', mebbyso." Hagar's witch-grin was at its malevolent widest. Her black eyes sparkled with venom. "Yo' heap fool. Good Injun go all time Squaw-talk-far-off. Speakum glad word. Good Injun ka-a-ay bueno. Love Squaw-talk-far-off. No love yo'. Speakum lies, yo'. Makum yo' heap cry all time. Makeum yo' heart bad."
Good Indian spoke lightly, but they both stopped, nevertheless, and eyed the offending bush anxiously. "You haven't time," Miss Georgie decided. "I can easily get around that, if it's put up to me. You go on back. Really, you must!" her eyes implored him. "Oh, vey-ree well. We haven't met this morning. Good-by, Squaw-talk-far-off. I'll see you later, perhaps."
At length he took the pipe from his mouth, stretched out his arm toward Hartley, and spoke in his sonorous tone, calculated to add weight to his words. "Yo' go speakum Squaw-talk-far-off," he commanded. "All time makum talk talk " He drummed with his fingers upon his left forearm. "Mebbyso heap sabe. Heap sabe Baumberga kay bueno. He thinkum sabe stealum ranch.
"Going to call on 'Squaw-talk-far-off' AGAIN?" She was still laughing, with something else beneath the laugh. He glanced at her quickly, wondering where she had gotten the name, and in his wonder neglected to make audible reply. Also he passed over the change to ride back to the gate and tell her good-by with a hasty kiss, perhaps, from the saddle as a lover should have done.
Mebbyso yo' tellum yo' no ketchum Squaw-talk-far-off in sagebrush, all time Saunders go dead! Me ketchum hair Squaw-talk-far-off hair. You like for see, you thinkum me tell lies?" From under her blanket she thrust forth a greasy brown hand, and shook triumphantly before them a tangled wisp of woman's hair the hair of Miss Georgie, without a doubt. There was no gainsaying that color and texture.
Snake come, bitum foot no can watchum mo'. Dat time, much mens come. Yo' sabe. Baumberga all time talkum, him heap frien' Peacefu' heap snake all time. Speakum two tongue Yo' no b'lievum. All time heap big liar, him. Yo' go, speakum Squaw-talk-far-off. Bueno, dat squaw. Heap smart, all same mans. Yo' go. Pikeway." He settled back with a gesture of finality, and so Good Indian left him.
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