I thought--he might--do something." "Do something ?" "Yes--some mischief--to some of you." "What?
You found this Indian in the bluff here and you just jumped on him?
You might better have jumped on a wild cat.

Are you used to this sort of thing?
Do you know the ways of these people ?" "I never saw an Indian before." "Good Heavens, man! He might have killed you.

And he would have in two minutes more." "He might have killed--some of you," said Smith.
Cameron laughed again.
"Now what were you doing in the bluff ?" he said sharply, turning to the Indian.
"Chief Trotting Wolf," said the Indian in the low undertone common to his people, "Chief Trotting Wolf want you' squaw--boy seeck bad--leg beeg beeg.

Boy go die.

Come." He turned to Mandy and repeated "Come--queeek--queeek." "Why didn't you come earlier ?" said Cameron sharply.