"Who is that you was talking with?"
"A gal that comes down to see me once in a while."
"An Injin?"
"A half-breed—splendid critter."
"Jerusalem! she looked purty. What in the name of all that's human made she shoot that arrer at me?"
"To kill yer, in course."
"To kill me! What did she want to kill me for? I'm sure I never done her any harm."
"She thought you'd jist come out to show yerself and try and cut me out. It made her all-fired mad."
"Did you tell her about it."
"Yas; but I can't tell you what she said. I'm goin' in to sleep now. Don't whistle so loud, nor slap your hoofs down so, nor git to talkin' how mean Dick Dingle is, or he might come out and make you shut up."