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"Long time ago, when yo' hair black," he began deliberately, with a sonorous lingering upon his vowels, "yo' all time my frien'. I yo' frien' all same. Yo' no likum otha white man. Yo' all time bueno. Yo' house all same my wikiup. Me come eat at yo' house, talk yo' all same brotha. Yo' boys all same my boys all time my frien'. Me speakum all time no lie, mebbyso."
This time I no throw you in pond. You heap take care next time, mebbyso. You no tellum big lie, me all time heap drunk. You kay bueno. All time me tellum Mother Hart, tellum boys, tellum Viney, Lucy, tellum Charlie and Tom and Sleeping Turtle you heap big liar. Me tell Wally shont-isham. Him all time my friend mebbyso him no likum you no more. "Huh. Get out pikeway before I forget you're a lady!"
You no tellum you be this place." Good Indian stood still, and looked at her. She stood with her arms folded in her blanket, regarding him with a certain yearning steadfastness. "You all time think why," she said, shrewdly reading his thoughts, "I no take shame. I glad." She flushed, and looked away to the far side of the Snake. "Bad mans no more try for shoot you, mebbyso. I heap "
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.
Me tellum, yo' mebbyso go still." He folded his arms with a gesture of finality, and stood statue-like in the deep gloom beside the rock. Good Indian fingered his horse's mane while he considered the queer story.
Instead, she waddled boldly into the office, her eyes searching cunningly every corner of the little room. Viney and Lucy remained outside, passively waiting. Hagar twitched at something under her blanket, and held out her hand again; this time it was not empty. "Ketchum sagebrush," she announced laconically. "Mebbyso yo' like for buy?" Miss Georgie stared fixedly at the hand, and said nothing.
Me lay down for sleepum, me dream all time much fight. All time bad sign come. Kay bueno." Peppajee shook his head slowly, his leathery face set in deep, somber lines. "Much trouble come heap quick," he said gravely, hitching his blanket into place upon his shoulder. "Me no sabe all same, heap trouble come. Much mens, mebbyso much fight, much shootum mebbyso kill.
"Better come and eat, Peppajee," Peaceful lingered upon the porch to urge hospitably. "You no get mad. You come eat supper." "No!" Peppajee jerked the word out with unmistakable finality. "No eat. Bimeby mebbyso makum big talk yo'." Peaceful studied his face, found it stern and unyielding, and nodded assent. "All right. I eat, then I talk with you."
"Good Injun makeum track all same boot. Seeum Good Injun creep, creep in bushes, all time Man-that-coughs be heap kill. Yo' buy hair, buy knife, mebbyso me no tell me seeum Good Injun. Me tell, Good Injun go for jail; mebbyso killum rope." She made a horrible gesture of hanging by the neck. Afterward she grinned still more horribly. "Ketchum plenty mo' dolla, me no tell, mebbyso."
Simon surveyed the track gravely, knelt, and examined it minutely. "Mebbyso Injun," he said. "Mebbyso white man," Farwell objected. "What makes you think it's an Indian?" "Oleman moccasin, him," Simon replied oracularly. "White man throw him away; Injun keep him, mend him mamook tipshin klaska." "Something in that, too," Farwell agreed. "It's a straight foot no swing-in to the toe.
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