“Maybe monte-man medicine-man too,” suggested Scipio.
“Ah, nah!” said High Bear. Yet nevertheless Scipio saw him shoot one or two more doubtful glances at Horacles as that happy clerk continued his activities.
Horacles had an audience (which he liked), and he held his audience—and who could help liking that? The bucks and squaws watched him, sometimes nudging one another, and they smiled and grunted their satisfaction at his news. Cheaper prices was something which their primitive minds could take in as well as any of us.
“Why you not sell cheap like him?” they asked their friend “Sippo.” “We stay then. Not go his store.” This was the burden of their chorus, soft, laughing, a little mocking, floating among them like a breeze, voice after voice:—
“We like buy everything you, we like buy everything cheap.”
“You make cheap, we buy heap shirts.”
“Buy heap tobacco.”
“Heap cartridge.”
“You not sell cheap, we go.”
“Ah!”