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Whitey asked. "Maybe we can ride night herd. It'll be great fun." Riding night herd was not Injun's idea of fun, but he was so glad to be with Whitey again that he made no objection. He seldom made objections, anyway. It occurred to neither of the boys that after Injun's long pursuit of the horse-thief, it would be a hardship for him to ride all that day and possibly that night.
"`The Injun's right; it's man-root! said Garey, picking up some leaves which the Delaware had chopped off. "I recognised a plant well-known to the mountain-men a rare, but wonderful convolvulus, the Iponea leptophylla. The name of `man-root' is given to it by the hunters from the similarity of its root in shape, and sometimes in size, to the body of a man.
"Der pig pelongs mit me der same as you." "Go ahead, then," said Bud, lying down again. "But I want ter tell yer this, and take it from me, it's ez straight ez an Injun's hair, yer kin kill yer own part o' thet hawg if yer want ter, but if my part dies I'll wallop yer plenty. I've spent too much time teachin' thet pig tricks ter lose it now." "Vich part der pig you own, anyvay?"
A jangle of cow-bells from the forest told me we would not have to wait for the horses that morning. "The Injun's all right," Jones remarked to Emett. "All rustle for breakfast," called Jim. We ate in the semi-darkness with the gray shadow ever brightening. Dawn broke as we saddled our horses.
Perhaps that lady believed that Injun's morals were swear-proof, or that he didn't have any, for she didn't mention him. And to crown Whitey's annoyance and chagrin, just as he was being led away to the darned old house Injun appeared. And his face was lighted up for Injun's. And his eyes were shining with an unholy light. For he had heard something!
Me 'fraid make light," said Injun, unknowingly giving a hint of the time he must have visited at the camp. Monty was showing his joy at meeting Whitey, who was patting the pony's neck. "This isn't my saddle!" Whitey cried suddenly. "Him Bill Jordan's saddle," said Injun, grinning. It seemed to appeal to Injun's peculiar sense of humor that the clever Mr. Jordan should have had his saddle stolen.
"This Injun who's after the woman is named Black Dog. The next mornin' Tutt saddles up an' rides off to one side of our camp, mebby it's a quarter of a mile, an' then gets offen his pony an' stands thar. We-alls don't onfold to the towerists the details of the deal, not even to the Injun's father-in-law.
Says insur insur-rectos all pretty drunk now ... pretty sleepy.... Fool Injun's goin' take three four 'leven canteens ... bring water back for you. Not f' me! I got somep'n better. 'Sides, he'll get killed ... nice'n dead ... fancy dead ... cut ears off ... cut tongue out firs'! Not f' me! I'm goin' sleep pret' soon. Firs' I'll shing you lil' more!"
Mike got a half-Nelson over in the east-half-east quarter-section of the buck's mouth and throwed his weight on the pliers. The Injun had pretty well wore himself out by this time, and when he felt those ice-tongs he just stiffened out an Injun's dead game that-away; he won't make a holler when you hurt him.
"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." Joe proved himself to be in earnest by wheeling round and making straight for the thick woods as fast as his horse could run. The others followed, driving the pack-horses before them.
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