“Must never forget,” repeated Old Joe. “Heap bad! Some time enemy he ketch um when um have forget.”
“But it was enough to make anybody forget. My brother——”
“Joe know; him hear.”
“You heard?”
“Ugh!” was the affirmative grunt of the old fellow. “Me hear. Set under window; hear everything.”
“Well, what do you think of it, Joe? He means to boss me, Joe! He sha’n’t.”
“Him heap big boss.”
“What do you mean by that?”
The Indian squatted on the ground, with his back against a tree.
“Down,” he said.