"I am an educated Indian," said Crazy Cow, "and as good as any white man. This is my country, and I shall go wherever I please."
"Go where you will, except on my ranch. Keep off that."
The Indian shrugged his shoulders.
"I go where I please. You, whoever you are, have no right to prevent me from going anywhere. Who are you to talk to me like that?"
"My name is Ted Strong. I am a deputy United States marshal. Do you know what that is?"
"Yes. I spit on them."
"Well, here's one you won't spit on. That's a cinch. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a man who got his education free from the United States, to talk that way."
"Bah! I hate the United States which robbed my people of their lands, and then made treaties only to break them. Since they have driven me into the mountains they owe me a living, and I'm going to collect it."
"Very well, only be careful how you do it. I have said enough."
"Ted Strong talks big and much, but does nothing. He is a coward who is afraid of the Indian."