Wahnotee. Paul wunce—Paul pangeuk.
Pete. Pangeuk—dead.
Wahnotee. Mort!
M'Closky. And you killed him? [They approach again.]
Scud. Hold on!
Pete. Um, Paul reste?
Wahnotee. Hugh vieu. [Goes L.] Paul reste el!
Scud. Here, stay! [Examines the ground.] The earth has been stirred here lately.
Wahnotee. Weenee Paul. [Points down, and shows by pantomime how he buried Paul.]
Scud. The Injiun means that he buried him there! Stop! here's a bit of leather; [draws out mail-bags] the mail-bags that were lost! [Sees tomahawk in Wahnotee's belt—draws it out and examines it.] Look! here are marks of blood—look thar, red-skin, what's that?