"I am not afraid of you. I think I have shown it."
"Yes, but you ran when I surprised you by the stream."
"My pony ran, and to keep from losing him I clung to him."
"It was a good thing for you that he did run. If he hadn't, you would never have gone home again, and the buzzards and vultures, assisted by the prairie wolves, would have you by now."
"Big talk means nothing. You are not a fighter, you are a squaw. You are a fool and a boaster."
"No, I am a chief, and a warrior. I have seen the blood of the white man flow, and I drank it. I am brave."
"You're full of hot air. Run along now; I'm disgusted with you."
"Hah! White squaw afraid to fight. Go back to your camp, and cook the meals and wash the clothes in the tub."
Crazy Cow made motions, of scrubbing at a tub.
At this the other Indians burst into laughter.