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Good Indian

CHAPTER XII
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What for you all time watchum Baumberger ?" he added, remembering then what had brought them both upon the bluff.
"Baumberger all time fish--no more." He waved his hand toward the Malad.
"Baumberger bueno--catchum fish--no more." Peppajee got slowly and painfully upon his feet--rather, upon one foot.
When Good Indian held out a steadying arm, he accepted it, and leaned rather heavily.
"Yo' eyes sick," said Peppajee, and grinned sardonically.

"Yo' eyes see all time Squaw-with-sun-hair.

Fillum yo' eyes, yo' see notting.

Yo' catchum squaw, bimeby mebbyso see plenty mo'.

Me no catchum sick eye.
Mebbyso me see heap plenty." "What you see, you all time watchum Baumberger ?" But Peppajee, hobbling where he must walk, crawling where he might, sliding carefully where a slanting bowlder offered a few feet of smooth descent, and taking hold of Good Indian's offered arm when necessity impelled him, pressed his thin lips together, and refused to answer.


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