“My brother wants to make me like them! I do not wish to live that way.”
“Him different,” said Old Joe.
“Yes,” admitted Dick, “he does seem different in many ways, and yet——”
“White man different from red man. Steady Hand him know what best for Injun Heart.”
“How you have changed, Joe! Once you told me he would spoil me, but now——”
“That when Joe him think Steady Hand not do right thing. Joe him think odder way now. Steady Hand him no fool; him know what best for Injun Heart. You do what him say. Joe hate him once. Think him take Injun Heart away.”
“But now Frank has won even you for a friend, and there was a time when you longed to kill him! He seems to have a way of making friends of everybody.”
The old Indian nodded gravely, continuing to puff at his pipe.
“Right,” he admitted. “Joe he know it. He know it all the time. Him see how ev’rybody think Steady Hand be heap smart.”
“And you advise me to do as he wishes me to?”