An' mebbe you're right from your side the fence.

But you can't see the Injuns from our side.

We hunters hevn't much humanity--I reckon that's what you called it--but we've lost so many friends an' relatives, an' hearn of so many murders by the reddys that we look on all of 'em as wild varmints that should be killed on sight.

Now, mebbe it'll interest you to know I was the feller who took the vote Williamson told you about, an' I did it 'cause I had an interest in you.

I wus watchin' you when Edwards and the other missionary got shot.