“No; big lie; nebber do such thing.”
“Well, I don’t believe they did. Where’s Simon Girty and that devil, Pete Johnson? Raising the devil among your people?”
“Girty am so (imitating the action of scalping) and Johnson gone back with own folks.”
“You don’t say?” asked the captain, swallowing the falsehood.
“Yeh; me help to do it to Girty.”
“Umph! that’s one good thing you have done in your life. How came them to scalp Simon Girty.”
“Him want to kill all whites: he do too much.”
“I haven’t seen you around the settlement since you went off so drunk. Thought maybe you were gone.”
“Bill go live with squaw and take care of ’em.”
“Oh, married, I see. Well, that’s all right, I s’pose—but I started out on a deer hunt, and I am of the opinion that it’s few deer we shall see if we stand here talking.”