Hagar drew it under her blanket, held it fumbling there, and thrust it forth again.
"Ketchum where ketchum hair," she said, and her wicked old eyes twinkled with malice.

"Mebbyso yo' like for buy ?" Miss Georgie still stared, and said nothing.

Her under lip was caught tightly between her teeth by now, and her eyebrows were pulled close together.
"Ketchum much track, same place," said Hagar grimly.

"Good Injun makeum track all same boot.

Seeum Good Injun creep, creep in bushes, all time Man-that-coughs be heap kill.