"'Whoever do you reckon that is, Bug?' asks Black Jack.
"'It's that locoed Digger Injun, ain't it?' says the Bug; 'him we corrals, that time, livin' on ants an' crickets, an' roots an' yarbs, over in Potato canyon?'
"'It's Monte.'
"'Monte! Does anybody get killed about it?'
"Black Jack mentions Mike as the artist.
"'What, that Dutch galoot with the long ha'r?' says the Bug.
"'Which he's a Pole.'
"'Pole or Dutchman, what's the odds? I sees a party back in Looeyville whose ha'r's most as long as his. We entices him to a barber shop on a bet to have it cut, an' I'm ag'in the union if four flyin' squirrels don't come scootin' out. They've been nestin' in it.'
"The Bug swings lightly into the saddle after a while, an' goes clatterin' back to Red Dog. No notice would have been took of what 240 he says, only Monte, who hears it from Black Jack, is that malev'lent he goes an' tells Mike.
"'You-all will make trouble between 'em, Monte,' Nell reemonstrates, when Monte's braggin' in his besotted way about what he's done.