"You've made trouble atween us and the Cherokees, and you've drove away the best defense against Injuns we could 'a' had." "I don't have to have no loose-wit to stand 'tween me and Injuns," sneered Crabtree. "You're better at killing unarmed Indians than in putting up a real fight," I accused. "You're not fond of traveling very far from a settlement when you draw blood.
"Another hour in this cursed kennel with the fever on me and I should be a yammering loose-wit." And I, too, was glad enough to see the stars again, and to be at large beneath them. Emerging from the subterranean way, we held to the camp side of the stream, making an ample circuit to the left to come down upon the enemy's position from the wooded slope behind the encampment.