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For one thing, it was because he never had owned any. In New York all the boys wore shoes, and when Whitey had come to the ranch he had worn them, too, until the soles of his feet had become hard enough, like Injun's, for him to go barefoot, which he delighted in doing. But in the late fall, and the spring, when it was colder, he again followed Injun's lead, and wore moccasins.
Bill paused, as he and the men were impressed by the important point to which his line of argument was leading, then went on excitedly: "We only have t' reason deflectively t' put our fingers on th' button what caused th' doggonedest Injun fights this country ever knowed!" "It begins, gee whiz! it begins we all are all right, boys! It begins in '75, with Injun's tribe.
We were saved the trouble of further description by the interruption of a high-pitched voice: "'Not a shade shy of six foot tall; shoulders like Georgees Carpenteer's when he's pleased with life in the movies; hair black as a Crow Injun's; eyes blue as a hummin' bird's weskit; and a grip wa-al, he don't wear no velvet gloves: Limpin' Dick Bellamy! "'That's him, said the queer man.
And, hanging from it, with noosed lariats around their necks, were three limp, ghastly figures. In horror, Whitey clutched Injun's arm, and gasped, "The bandits!" Injun looked stolidly at the horrible sight, as for thousands of years his people had looked on death. "Uh," he said and pointed toward the water tank. "Walk marks go that way. No come back."
"I give up!" he said quietly. Then he turned, walked slowly to the cañon edge, and clambered deliberately down the trail. Jack and Billy stood dazed for a moment longer, then Porter cleared his throat. "Miss Rhoda, don't do this! Now don't you! Come with us back to the ranch. Just for a month till you get away from this Injun's influence! Come back and talk to Mrs. Newman.
They say they're after the Crows, but it's a ten-dollar bill against a last year's bird's-nest that they'll take on any kind of trouble that comes along. Their hearts is mighty bad, they state, and when an Injun's heart gets spoiled, the disease is d d catching. You'd better stop awhile."
"No," the Indian answered. "If canoe come back with news, would have come straight to fires." "Well, it aint here, anyway," the first speaker said, "and I don't believe yer ever heard a canoe at all. It's enough to make a man swear to be called up jest as we were making ourselves comfortable for the night on account of an Injun's fancies. I wonder at the general's listening to them.
Whitey knew something about fishermen and the stories they tell: that it is always the biggest fish that escaped. But in this case it seemed to be true, for strung on a willow twig was Injun's catch, about six small pickerel. "How long you been fishing here?" Whitey asked. "Since sunup." "And that's all you've caught?" Whitey indicated the string of fish. "Um."
"Let us spread," said a hunter, "and keep wide over the paraira, till we've got clar past the Apash trail. They won't notice a single track hyar and thyar, I reckin." "Ay, but they will, though," rejoined another. "Do ye think an Injun's a-goin' to pass a shod horse track 'ithout follerin' it up? No, siree!" "We kin muffle the hoofs, as far as that goes," suggested the first speaker. "Wagh!
"Yes, me know," said Injun. Again Whitey was impressed by Injun's patience. There he had sat for several hours, watching those big fish return to the Yellowstone and safety. Whitey knew that he never could have stood it. Finally he questioned him.
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