“You’re a brave little fellow, that’s what you are!” declared Dell admiringly.
Cayuse studied her face attentively.
“Who you?” he asked.
“I’m Buffalo Bill’s girl pard,” laughed Dell. “And I’m your pard, too, Cayuse, if you’ll have me for one.”
“No like um squaw pard. Squaw make um fire, boil um kettle, sew um beads on moccasins, no go on war-path with braves.”
“I’m different from the ordinary run of squaws, Cayuse,” said Dell, with a humorous side-glance at the scout.
“You throw um knife heap fine,” observed Cayuse.
“I can shoot as well as I can throw a knife.”
“Umph! You make um squaw your pard, Pa-e-has-ka?”
“Yes,” smiled the scout.