However, Nah-che, standing erect, was not at all pleased to see him.
“Why are you in here?” demanded Nah-che.
“I came down from Bowie to look at some mules. Now I was going back to Bowie.”
“Did you know that some of us are off the reservation?”
“Yes. I saw a signal fire last night, in Mexico, and I read what it said.”
“What did it say?”
“It said that they would wait two days.”
“That is right,” replied Nah-che. “I am sorry we met you, chi-kis-n, because now you will be killed.”
“That may be so. But why do you kill me, chi-kis-n?” challenged Jimmie. “I have done you no harm.”