But from the looks of the tabs, the deal since then has gone ag'inst 'em.

The Injuns don't win once.

White folks, that a-way, is of themse'fs bad luck incarnate to Injuns.

The savage never so much as touches 'em or listens to 'em or imitates 'em, but he rots down right thar.

Which the pale-face shorely kills said Injuns on the nest! as my old grand-dad used to say.' "'When I recalls the finish of Hardrobe,' I remarks, sort o' cuttin' into the argyment, the same bein' free an' open to all, 'an' I might add by way of a gratootity in lines of proof, the finish of his boy, Bloojacket, I inclines to string my chips with Colonel Sterett.' "'Give us the details concernin' this Hardrobe,' says Doc Peets.