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Cash cocked an eye at the two as he went by, threw the wood down on his

side of the hearth, and began to replenish the fire If he heard, he

gave no sign of understanding or interest

"I'll bet that old squaw musta half starved yah," Bud addressed the baby

while he spooned gravy out of a white ena away grub like a nigger at a barbecue I'll

tell the world I don't knooulda happened if I hadn't run across

yuh and made her hand yuh over"

"Ja--ja--ja--jah!" said Lovin Child, nodding his head and regarding Bud

with the twinkle in his eyes

"And that's where you're dead right, Boy I sure do wish you'd tell me

your naeezer like

you Here Help yourself, kid--you ain't in no Injun camp now You're

hite folks now"

Cash sat down on the bench he had made for himself, and stared into the

fire His whole attitude spelled abstraction; nevertheless he missed no

little sound behind hiely for his benefit, and he knew

that here was the psychological ti the spell of silence

between them Yet he let the minutes slip past and would not yield