Good Indian's fingers closed upon it instinctively, and felt it slowly withdrawn until his hand was pressed against the hide wall.

Then soft fingers touched his own, fluttered there timidly, and left in his palm a bit of paper, tightly folded.

Good Indian closed his hand upon it, and stood up.
"All right, I go," he said calmly to Peppajee, and mounted.
Peppajee looked at him stolidly, and said nothing.
"One thing I would like to know." Good Indian spoke again.

"You don't care any more about the men taking Peaceful's ranch.

Before they came, you watch all the time, you heap care.