You no killum, Good Injun." The Indian, his arms folded in his blanket, stood upon the porch watching calmly the fun.

"Viney all time heap mad, you killum," he added indifferently.
"Sure it isn't old Hagar's ?" "No b'long-um Hagar--b'long-um Viney.

Viney heap likum." Grant hesitated, circling erratically with his victim close to the steps.

"All right, no killum--teachum lesson, though.

Viney heap bueno squaw--heap likum Viney.