"I hed it from thar own lips," was the confident reply.
"You seem to be very thick with them, Dick. Some might think it strange they should tell you this, unless you were in with them thicker than an honest man should be," and the settler gazed keenly at his visitor.
"They'd best not say so in my hearin'," muttered Morgan with an ominous scowl. "But I've al'ays acted on the square with 'em, and so they give me the hint. It's been brewin' for a long time, and they've made up thar minds not to stand any more of this everlastin' cheatin'. But never mind that jest now. I had other motives in stoppin' here," and Dusky Dick cast a sidelong glance at the sturdy settler; a glance that had in it not a little uneasiness.
"If there is any thing else that I should know, Dick Morgan, now's the time to say it."
"What d' you intend doin', anyhow?"
"About what?"
"Why—the Injuns, o' course."
"They will not trouble me—anyhow, I shall stay here until I am more sure of what they intend doing. I won't leave my property without good cause."
"You'll git rubbed out, then, shore. You remember Sloan Young? You turned him out o' doors once, because he was drunk—"
"Because he insulted the women, the dirty half-breed," angrily interjected Wilson.