When he lies in the shade asleep, I've seen him watching people from under his lids.

When he reads, his ears seem always pricked up to hear everything that's going on, and he gives those nasty little slanty looks at everybody within sight.

I don't believe he's really gone--because I can't imagine him being really anything.

But I do believe he's up to something mean and sneaky, and, since Peppajee has taken this matter to heart, maybe he can find out something.

I think you ought to go and see him, anyway, Mr.Imsen." So Good Indian had gone to the Indian camp, and had afterward ridden along the rim of the bluff, because Sleeping Turtle had seen someone walking through the sagebrush in that direction.