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"Ay, ay," cried several voices, in reply. "'Ee do, do 'ee? Wal; 'ee see 'tain't half as big as the Injun's squash. 'Ee see that, do 'ee?" "Oh, sartinly! Any fool can see that." "Wal; s'pose I plug it at sixty, plump centre?" "Wagh!" cried several, with shrugs of disappointment. "Stick it on a pole, and any o' us can do that," said the principal speaker.
And when his mind was fixed on a subject, Injun like other Indians was not to be deflected by the thoughts of others. Bill might talk and talk of justice and injustice, or about cows or cartridges; Injun's mind would stay put, and when he spoke, if it was two hours afterwards, it would be of that night in the tepee.
"Now point exactly to the spot where, as you say, you saw the staring eyes," Max went on. "T-t-that's easy done. S-s-see where that bunch of wintergreen p-p-pokes up l-like the tuft of an Injun's war bonnet r-r-right there it was, Max." "All right," remarked the other, quickly. "Now, the rest of you just hold your horses a bit and give me a chance to look around."
This bridegroom Injun's tied its mane full of ribbons, an' throws a red blanket across his pony's withers for general effects. Take it all over, he's a nifty-lookin' savage. "So far as the dooel goes, Dave ain't runnin' no resk. He stands thar on the ground an' keeps his hoss between him an' this yere Black Dog. It's a play which forces the bridegroom's hand, too.
And in low tones, so as not to disturb the sleepers, Whitey told the old man the story of Injun's mamma's brother and his friend the scout; and of the White Chief, and the dance, and the arrest and the escape; and of Injun's father's resolve that "we fight heap!"
Their eyes were streaming with smoke-tears and their discomfiture was complete. "'Pears to me," observed Sam, "like we got them holes mixed. The dooer should 'a 'been at the top, sence the smoke has a fancy for usin' it, an' then we'd had a chance." "The Indians make it work," said Yan; "a White hunter ought to know how." "Now's the Injun's chance," said Sam.
Wild horses! my rifle to a pop-gun there's wilder men on t'other side o' them." "What mean you, Joe?" inquired Dick, riding close up. "D'ye see the little lumps on the shoulder o' each horse?" said Joe. "Them's Injun's feet; an' if we don't want to lose our scalps we'd better make for the forest."
'Tis their natur to, and it arn't our natur to, so all we can do is to use good medicine." "Why, you don't think that physic would do our eyes any good, do you, Joses?" whispered Bart. "Physic, no! I said medicine," chuckled Joses. "Well, what's the difference?" replied Bart. "Difference enough. I meant Injun's medicine, as they call it.
"If you don't, my lad, you may find yourself dropping down on to a herd of Apaches instead of buffaloes; and I can tell you, young fellow, that a buck Injun's a deal worse thing to deal with than a bull buffler. You must keep a sharp look-out." "I'll do the best I can, Joses, you may be sure; but suppose I should come upon an Indian party what am I to do?" "Do, my lad?
Tain't of'n as ole Rube wastes lead, but I'll beat that Injun's shot, or 'ee may cut my ears off." A loud laugh hailed this allusion of the trapper to his ears, which, as we have observed, were already gone; and so closely had they been trimmed that nothing remained for either knife or shears to accomplish. "How will you do it, Rube?" cried one of the hunters; "shoot the mark off a yer own head?"
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