Mebbyso yo' tellum yo' no ketchum Squaw-talk-far-off in sagebrush, all time Saunders go dead! Me ketchum hair--Squaw-talk-far-off hair.

You like for see, you thinkum me tell lies ?" From under her blanket she thrust forth a greasy brown hand, and shook triumphantly before them a tangled wisp of woman's hair--the hair of Miss Georgie, without a doubt.

There was no gainsaying that color and texture.

She looked full at Evadna.
"Yo' like see, me show whereum walk," she said grimly.

"Good Injun boot make track, Squaw-talk-far-off little shoe make track.