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Updated: May 10, 2025
The two squaws gazed steadily at the ground, and she grunted and ignored them afterward, content that they bore witness to her truth in that one particular. "Squaw-talk-far-off sabe Good Injun killum Man-that-coughs, mebbyso," she hazarded, watching Good Indian's face cunningly to see if the guess struck close to the truth.
No ketchum, me tell sheriff mans Good Injun all time killum Man-that-coughs." Turning, she waddled out, jabbing viciously at the young squaw with her elbow as she passed, and spitting out some sort of threat or command Miss Georgie could not tell which. The young squaw lingered, still gazing shyly at Miss Georgie. "You no be 'fraid," she repeated softly. "I friend. I take care.
Miss Georgie felt blindly for her chair, and when she touched it she backed and sank into it rather heavily. She looked white and sick, and Hagar eyed her gloatingly. "Yo' no like for Good Injun be killum rope," she chuckled. "Yo' all time thinkum heap bueno. Mebbyso yo' love. Yo' buy? Yo' payum much dolla?" Miss Georgie passed a hand slowly over her eyes.
He played the dog as a fisherman plays a trout. "That dog, him Viney dog. Viney heap likum. You no killum, Good Injun." The Indian, his arms folded in his blanket, stood upon the porch watching calmly the fun. "Viney all time heap mad, you killum," he added indifferently. "Sure it isn't old Hagar's?" "No b'long-um Hagar b'long-um Viney. Viney heap likum."
"He killum cap'n," said Shanghai Tom, and stooping down, picked up a knife. It was a long knife from the galley rack. Marjorie ran from the cabin, overcome with horror, and Trask followed, with the intention of getting the long boat away to save Dinshaw. But as he paused, poised on the bulwark to jump down into the boat, he looked aft. There was no trace of Dinshaw.
"But what about the sentry?" I said suspiciously. "Um? Fast asleep," said Joeboy. "What! all the time you were loading yourself with these bags?" "Um!" "You did not send him to sleep, did you?" I said suspiciously. "Um? Killum?" "Yes." "No," said Joeboy coolly. "Didn't wake up. Lot more couldn't carry. Plenty to eat now."
"He go hell," remarked Sing, pleasantly. Me ketchum. Me killum him. Goo-bye, me go cookem velly fine dinner. Missie Jo, Massa Land, you get marry now. Me hope you ketchem plenty boy!" From his point of view what greater blessing could he wish them?
Much white man come, so " He lifted one hand with thumb and fingers outspread, made a downward gesture, and then raised three fingers. "Catchum ranch." Peaceful shook his head while he smiled. "No can do that. Mebbyso much men come, heap fight, mebbyso killum me, ranch all same b'longum my boys. Men that fights go to jail, mebbyso hangum." He indicated by signs his exact meaning.
Mebbe all same killee me. I lose face no mo' boss." "What a herd of wild cattle!" muttered Wilbur. "There's something in what he says, don't you think, mate?" observed Moran, bringing a braid over each shoulder and stroking it according to her habit. "We'll ask Jim about it," decided Wilbur. But Jim at once confirmed Hoang's statement. "Oh, Kai-gingh killum no-good boss, fo' sure," he declared.
"Where did you get the box?" "You savvey place him horse get scare; him wagon, he fa' over top-side down. Him money, he fa' out. Him stop place snow melt away by heap big tlee tlunk. Me see. Missa Land, I know he like. I ketchem." When Rand took Jo home they were met by a smiling Sing in a snowy white apron. "Where's the other boy?" asked Jo. "Him boy? I tellum get out quick, or I killum, sure!"
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