"What kind of a woman is she—eh?"
"Good woman. My squaw have papoose one time in her 'dobe. Charley take care her all same she her sister. Heap good white squaw, Charley."
The squaw in question nodded and smiled at Charley, who smiled in return, a little sadly. Roger turned to Qui-tha.
"How about her brother, Dick Preble? You like him?"
Qui-tha, his brown face expressionless, nodded. "Yes! Most whites steal and lie. Dick he never steal or lie to Injun. Good man, except when drunk."
"Exactly," Roger clutched his pipe bowl firmly. "Did you tell 'em about the little girl—eh?"
Qui-tha looked up in honest surprise. "Tell what 'bout little girl?"
Roger turned to Rabbit Tail. "You haven't heard about what Qui-tha did to little girl?"
"Me no touch little girl," exclaimed Qui-tha, indignantly. "Have fight with Dick', no touch little girl. Like little girl, bring her home when she get lost up here."
"You know how Dick is a devil when he gets drunk?"