It was plain enough that the squaw had no right to it, else she would not have run off like that.
Bud walked at least a rod toward Alpine before he swung short around in his tracks and started the other way.

"No, I'll be doggoned if I will!" he said.

"You can't tell about women, no time.

She might spank the kid, or something.

Or maybe she wouldn't feed it enough.