I never does cut the trail of a father an' son who gives themse'fs up to one another like this Hardrobe an' his Bloojacket boy.

I can see that Bloojacket regyards old Hardrobe like he's the No'th Star; an' as for Hardrobe himse'f, he can't keep his eyes off that child of his.

You'd have had his life long before he'd let you touch a braid of Bloojacket's long ha'r.

Both of 'em's plenty handsome for Injuns; tall an' lean an' quick as coyotes, with hands an' feet as little as a woman's.
"While I don't go pryin' 'round this Hardrobe's private affairs--savages is mighty sensitive of sech matters--I learns, incidental, that Hardrobe is fair rich.

He's rich even for Osages; an' they're as opulent savages as ever makes a dance or dons a feather.