“So I supposed.”
“And he aind’t going to git oudt easy.”
“I s’pose not.”
The Indians standing round were staring; others were hurrying up, and the lodges continued to yield still more.
“Vere can we go for a little talk?” asked White-eyed Moses.
“In that lodge I come out of. Of course you’re here to see me?”
“Of gourse. But before I go avay dere must be some dancing and chumping, in Indian fashion; to make me be able to keep my wordt, you know.”
“There comes Iron Bow now. What shall I say to him?”
“Tell him I heardt that the Utes was going to have a dance, and wanted some white man’s music. I vill blay for them by and by, afdher we have hadt that talk. You understand? Gopher Gabe he sendt me.”
“Oh!”