"'Uh.'
"'Got it in your shirt?'
"'Uh huh,' says Sam, an' pulls out th' twig.
"'Well, you didn't win, did you?' says Gallager.
"'Um, um,' says Sam, lookin' at th' twig.
"'Then th' twig's no good, is it?' asks Gallager, lookin' Sam firmly in th' eye, an' Sam returnin' th' look.
"'NO!' says Sam, an' he throws th' twig away."
The cowpunchers did not believe this story. They did not think that an Indian can be cured of his medicine. But I know it is true, for I knew the Indian.