"Na—Engun she no forget," cautioned the half-breed.
"But Ermine is not an Indian."
"Na, but she all de same Engun," which was true so far as that worthy could see.
"If we do not stop him from killing Butler, he will hang or be shot for it, sooner or later, and that is certain," said Harding.
"Yees—yees; deese white man have funny way when one man kiell 'nozer. Ermine ees brave man—he eese see red, an' he wiell try eet eef he do hang. No one eese able for stop heem but deese Crooked-Bear," observed the half-breed.
"Is Crooked-Bear an Indian chief?"
"Na; she ain' Enjun, she ain' white man; she come out of the groun'. Hees head eet waas so big an' strong eet were break hees back for to carry eet."
"Where does this person live?" ventured Harding.
"Where she eese lieve, ah?—where Ermine an' his pony can find heem," was the vague reply. "You no wan' Ermine for kiell deese Butler; weel den, you say, 'Ermine, you go see Crooked-Bear—you talk wid heem.' I weel take you where you wan' go een de montaign for get de grizzly bear."