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I think plenty too much trouble he make all time for me perform something not nice and get found out about it; and all people say, Oh, yes that old Pete he's at tricks again; he better get sent to Walla Walla, learn some good trade in prison for eighteen years. That b'other-in-law cap the climax! He know all good place to hide from dep'ty sheriff, so not be found when badly wanted the son-of-gun!"
"That white man still have smallpox to give all Injins he travel to; so they go 'n' vote who kill him off quick, and my b'other-in-law he win it." I tried to look as if this were a bit of stale gossip. "Then whites raise hell to say Pete he do same. What you know about that? My old b'other-in-law send word he do same twenty, fifty Injin witness tell he said so and now he gon' hide far off.
He must have found the alternative too dreadful; he leaned upon the axe, thus winning something of the dignity of labour, with none of its pains, and grudgingly asked: "Mebbe some liars tell you in conversation about that old b'other-in-law?" "Of course! Many nice people tell me every day. They tell me all about him. I rather hear you tell me. Is he a Christian?"
But I catch plenty Injin witness see my b'other-in-law do same, and I think they can't catch him another time once more, because they look in all places he ain't.
She averted her face from it, lay back in the armchair she had chosen, and rolled a cigarette, while I brought a hassock for the jewelled slippers and the scarlet silken ankles, so ill-befitting one of her age. The cigarette was presently burning. "I guess Pete's b'other-in-law, as he calls him, won't come into these parts again. He had a kind of narrow squeak this last time.
"That b'other-in-law he win everything back this poor squaw man don't need no more, and son-of-gun beat it quick; so all liars say Old Pete turn that trick, but can't prove same, because my b'other-in-law do same in solitude. And old judge say: 'Oh, well, can't prove same in courthouse, and only good squaw man is dead squaw man; so what-the-bad-place! I think mebbe."
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