“Why, you told me many times that no school was good! You have changed, Joe.”
“Mebbe some. I know Steady Hand now much better. Good school make man like him.”
“And you think it will do me good to go to school there?”
“Guess so some.”
Dick made a despairing gesture.
“Then I’ll have to go!” he said dejectedly. “I’ll have to do it, even if it kills me!”
“No kill; make man. Mebbe you not be like Old Joe thought you be some time; you be like Steady Hand, that much good.”
“When you say that I know what it means. I shall do it, Joe. But you will stay near, won’t you? Promise that you will.”
“Stay long as can stand him. Steady Hand say Joe can stay. Bimeby Joe him git much sick for mountains and prairies. Then him go ’way.”