"Didn't hear nothin' of the red-skins?"
"No."
"Wal, it's a wonder; they're as thick as flies in August, and I calkelate I'll have rich times with 'em."
"I cannot understand how it is, Kent, that you cherish such a deadly hatred for these Indians."
"I have good reason," returned the hunter, compressing his lips.
"How long is it that you have felt thus?"
"Ever since I's a boy. Ever since that time."
"What time, Kent?"
"I have never told you, I believe, why the sight of a red-skin throws me into such a fit, have I?"
"No; I should certainly be glad to hear."