"Why, how do, Eli? What's up?" Indian Jake greeted. "What's bringin' you to the Nascaupee?"
"You!" Eli's face was hard with hate. "'Tis you brings me here, you thief! I wants the silver you takes when you shoots father, and 'tis well for you Doctor Joe comes and saves he from dyin' or I'd been droppin' a bullet in your heart with nary a warnin'!"
"What you meanin' by that?"
"Be you givin' up the silver?"
"No!"
"YOU STAND WHERE YOU IS AND DROP YOUR GUN"