"Kitzi-nan-nappi-ekki?" (your whiskey?) he asked. The Blackfeet would make no effort to learn English, although they understood a little; but most white men had a fair knowledge of the Indian dialects.
"No," answered Charlie.
"Nee-a-poos?" (Burroughs?)
"No."
"Whose?" was the next question in Blackfoot.
"I don't know."
"You'll get six months in the guard-room if they get you."
"I s'pose so," was the reluctant admission. The prospect was not pleasing.
"Then Burroughs have Pine Coulee all time!"
"What'd you mean?" thundered Charlie, effectually interested.