That would be mighty onprofessional! "'You onderstands that what now requires minutes in the recital don't cover seconds as a play.

The lance Injun runs up to within a rod of me an' halts.

His arm goes back for a mighty cast of the lance; the weepon is vibrant with the very sperit of hate an' malice.

His eyes, through a fringe of ha'r that has fallen over 'em, glows out like a cat's eyes in the dark.
"We stands thar--I still puffin my pipe, he with his lance raised--an' we looks on each other--I an' that paint-daubed buck! I can't say whatever is his notion of me, but on my side I never beholds a savage who appeals to me as a more evil an' forbiddin' picture! "'As I looks him over a change takes place.

The fire in his eyes dies out, his face relaxes its f'rocity, an' after standin' for a moment an' as the balance of the band arrives, he turns the lance over his arm an' with the butt presented, surrenders it into my hand.