"Ugh!" grunted Joe, as he continued to smoke.
"What's your report, Joe?"
"Bad men heap gone."
"Cimarron Bill and his gang?"
"Joe mean um."
"They have gone?"
"Git out. They go heap quick after Strong Heart he git away."
"Well, that looks as if Bill had given up the fight, but it seems hardly possible."
"No can tell," said the old fellow. "May come 'gain with great lot many more bad men."