"Ye may call the big boy loco, or whativer ye like, but it's grateful we may be to him.

An' tell me, if ye can, why didn't the haythins pile in an' polish us all off, after their chief lost his number?
No, they don't rush our works, but off they go trailin', as if 'twas themselves had the odds against 'em, och-honin' fit to set ye crazy, an' carryin' their dead, as if the loss o' one man ended the future o' the tribe.

Faith, they might have-- Ned, ye're never stretchin' that hide right." "Them Cheyennes was plenty hot at us fer comin' in on their huntin' grounds," said Curly, "an' they shore had it in fer us.

I don't think it was what their chief said to them that kep' them back from jumpin' us, ater the fight was over.

It's a blame sight more likely that they got a sort o' notion in their heads that Juan was bad medicine.