"What is it, Ike?"
"W'en we wuz down in dem canyons, wif de watah all round us an' dem dar big rocks shootin' away up till dey 'peahed to go right frue de sky, den we tinked we wuz in a pooty bad fix, didn't we?"
"So we did, Ike."
"An' den again, w'en we fell in wif dem savage Injuns an' it appeahed as ef dey was bound to hab our skelps, den we tinked as how we wuz in a heap sight wuss fix'n eber?"
"Yes, Ike."
"An' we kinder wished we wuz back in de canyons?"
"That is true."
"Wa'al, does yeh know w'at I tinks now?"
"What is it, Ike?"
"Dat a mean w'ite man is a heap sight meaner dan a mean Injun——"