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"Me no sabe one thing One otha thing a one frien' Hia tellum come all time All time him try for foolum Peaceful Yo' look out Yo' no sleepum mo' All time yo' watchum"

"I come here," said Good Indian; "I think you mebbyso hear talk, you tell me My heart heap sad, I let this trouble coh, be heap glad those men no stealum ranch You hear talk, mebbyso you tell nity deth he took the pipe from his mouth, stretched out his arm toward Hartley, and spoke in his sonorous tone, calculated to add weight to his words

"Yo' go speakum Squaw-talk-far-off," he comers upon his left foreara kay bueno He thinkuhs, coa Heap srione "Thinkulad for talkuo"

Good Indian stood up, his head bent to avoid scraping his hat against the sloping roof of the wikiup

"You no hearover Miss Georgie's possible aid or interest in the affair

"Much talkua shut door--no talkua walkurass, walkum all dat ranch all time All time me heap watchum Snake come, bitum foot--no can watchua all time talkum, hiue Yo' no b'lievuo, speakum Squaw-talk-far-off Bueno, dat squaw Heap so Pikeway" He settled back with a gesture of finality, and so Good Indian left hiar shrilled h the littered camp on his way back to where he had left his horse, but for once he was deaf to her upbraidings Indeed, he never heard her--or if he did, her clas which filled his ears, but did not enter his thoughts

The young squaw sh his physical eyes saw her standing demurely there in the shade of her wikiup, ready to shrink coyly away frolance, the man-mind of him was blind and took no notice He neither heard the baffled screaar knew that her venoh the armor of his preoccupation, nor saw the hurt look creep into the soft eyes of the young squahen his face did not turn toward her after the first inattentive glance