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Qui-tha nodded

"You knew that, yet you brought hiot drunk with hiht"

The old chief turned inquiringly toward Qui-tha Again Qui-tha nodded grimly

"And you knew that the infernal drunken row you kicked up that night frightened the little girl so that she ran away into the desert where a rattle snake bit her and she died--died all alone at night, in the desert"

A look of coasped

"Ai! Ai! Ai!" cried the squaho had given Felicia the pottery "Poor little papoose! She eet, like her," pointing to Charley

Then there was silence in the careat lovers of children Their tenderness to them never fails, be they white or red or black

"Dick heap sick?" asked old Rabbit Tail, finally

"Yes, but he'll get well He's at Doc Evans's house in Archer's"

"Did you tell the sheriff?" continued the chief

"No," replied Roger "Charley wouldn't let me"

Rabbit Tail turned to Charley "Why?" he queried, laconically Charley bit her lip "The whites brought whiskey to the Indians in the first place," she said

There was another silence Then Roger began again "Dick has been sick a long tiets back You know his alfalfa field?"

"Yes," said the chief

"Well, Dick has been away and his water puet water on it it will die If it dies, then Charley will have much trouble, bad trouble They owe Hackett et food unless they pay that money They can't pay that money unless they sell much alfalfa See?"

Qui-tha and Rabbit Tail both nodded

"Now, I know you Indians don't believe in work But if I can dig a big well for Charley and et plenty of water on the alfalfa It would take twenty Indians one week to overn for one week"

"You whites," said Rabbit Tail, "work heap hard for what you get--huh? If you live like Injun, no worry 'bout food, go out shoot 'eer nodded "I think ht, Rabbit Tail But it's too late now Whites have lived like this too e to your ways any e to white ways"