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"Me heap sick," answered the squaw, shivering through her muddy shawl. "I'll make ye a heap sicker if ye don't vamose the ranch," continued Fairley, advancing. "Me wantee Wangee girl. Wangee girl give me heap grub," said the squaw, without moving. "You bet your life," groaned the old man to himself. Nevertheless an idea struck him. "Ye ain't brought no presents, hev ye?" he asked cautiously.
"They would that Wachita should bring them nearer to where my lord is, that they might see him when he knew it not." Elijah glanced moodily at his wife, with the half suspicion with which he still regarded her alien character. "Then let Wachita go back to the squaws and old women, and let her hide herself with them until the wangee strangers are gone," he said curtly. "I have spoken. Go!"
"Me heap sick," answered the squaw, shivering through her muddy shawl. "I'll make ye a heap sicker if ye don't vamose the ranch," continued Fairley, advancing. "Me wantee Wangee girl. Wangee girl give me heap grub," said the squaw, without moving. "You bet your life," groaned the old man to himself. Nevertheless an idea struck him. "Ye ain't brought no presents, hev ye?" he asked cautiously.
"Ye ain't got no pooty things for poor Wangee girl?" he continued insinuatingly. "Me got heap cache nuts and berries," said the squaw. "Oh, in course! in course! That's just it," screamed Fairley; "you've got 'em cached only two mile from yer, and you'll go and get 'em for a half dollar, cash down." "Me bring Wangee girl to cache," replied the Indian, pointing to the wood. "Honest Injin."
How could such a mercurial creature as a poet lumpishly keep his seat on the receipt of the best news from his best friend. I seized my gilt-headed Wangee rod, an instrument indispensably necessary in the moment of inspiration and rapture; and stride, stride-quick and quicker-out skipt I among the broomy banks of Nith to muse over my joy by retail.
"Ye ain't got no pooty things for poor Wangee girl?" he continued, insinuatingly. "Me got heap cache nuts and berries," said the squaw. "Oh, in course! in course! That's just it," screamed Fairley; "you've got 'em cached only two mile from yer, and you'll go and get 'em for a half dollar, cash down." "Me bring Wangee girl to cache," replied the Indian, pointing to the wood. "Honest Injin."
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