“No good.”
“Why not? I will let no one bother you. I give you my word, and my word is good. Isn’t it?”
“Crowfoot him believe Steady Hand.”
“That is all I want. You are old, Joe, and I will see that you are cared for. I feel it a duty. You shall have such clothes as you need, a shelter, and plenty of tobacco.”
“Much good!”
“And you shall see Dick every day. You may be able to teach him many things more. It is your duty to him. You are to see that I do not spoil him by making him too much like a white man. I am his brother, but you shall be his father. Will you do it?”
Old Joe hesitated, looked Frank keenly in the face, as if seeking to ascertain his sincerity, then said:
“Joe him do it!”
“Then that is settled!” exclaimed Frank, in satisfaction.
“When Joe he want to go him go.”