"Hiram, hadn't you better wake up?"
"Eh? Now I kinder reckoned I shorely was awake."
"This widder Two Bits owns this place."
"Well, did you hear me crying? I don't weep none."
"The Head Chief of the Lower Kutenais, young Sitting Wolf, happens to be a widower. He's going to marry Two Bits."
"When she's through mourning for Many Wives, eh? Got it all fixed. Now I sort of reckon the lady ain't having any. She's set her hat at me."
"And Sitting Wolf? He had your winter quarters burned because you looked at the women. He's jealous. His friend must have no other friend 'cepting himself. His first wife looked sideways at a man—he killed both. The man who looks at Two Bits is taking risks. Don't get athwart his hawse. Don't foul his bows if you want to keep afloat."
"All right—all right. How much will Sitting Wolf take to be sort of Running Wolf over the sky line?"
"I think," Storm answered him, "it's much more like a case of Running Hiram."
"You mean he'll chase me out of the doggone country?"