You can't MAKE me believe a thing like that!" "Squaw-talk-far-off run, run heap fas', get home quick.

Me seeum, Viney seeum, Lucy seeum." Hagar pointed to each as she named her, and waited until they give a confirmatory nod.

The two squaws gazed steadily at the ground, and she grunted and ignored them afterward, content that they bore witness to her truth in that one particular.
"Squaw-talk-far-off sabe Good Injun killum Man-that-coughs, mebbyso," she hazarded, watching Good Indian's face cunningly to see if the guess struck close to the truth.
"If you've said all you want to say, you better go," Good Indian told her after a moment of silence while they glared at each other.

"I won't touch you--because you're such a devil I couldn't stop short of killing you, once I laid my hands on you." He stopped, held his lips tightly shut upon the curses he would not speak, and Evadna felt his biceps tauten under her fingers as if he were gathering himself for a lunge at the old squaw.

She looked up beseechingly into his face, and saw that it was sharp and stern, as it had been that morning when the men had first been discovered in the orchard.