“Ef the’s ary game I like ter play at, et’s er hide-an’-whoop scramble with ther reds,” piped up Nomad.
“Plenty whoop,” suggested Cayuse; “some hide, more fight. Pa-e-has-ka all same catamount—everywhere and nowhere, hit like grizzly, kick all same Hide-rack, Injun think um heap bad medicine.”
“Did yer hev er beauty fight er gittin’ ther papoose, Buffler?” asked Nomad.
“Oh, there were one or two got in the way, but they were so scared they couldn’t fight,” answered the scout modestly.
“Shore; ther pesky varmints wor so scairt they prob’ly laid down an’ stuck up their feet ter be tied—thet’s jes’ like them air Sioux,” sarcastically snapped the trapper, because the scout made so little of his exploit.
To turn the conversation, Cody said:
“Here’s a good place to make an attack and I move we make it—on our haversacks.”
“Hooray!” sang Hickok, “I second the motion.”