And if I was runnin' this bunch, I'd send that squaw back where she come from, and I'd send her quick.
Take the two of 'em together and they don't set good with me, now I'm tellin' yuh! If I was to say what I think, I'd say yuh can't never trust an Injun--and shiny hair and eyes and slim build don't make 'em no trustier.

They's something scaley goin' on around here, and I'd gamble on it.

And that there squaw's at the bottom of it.

What fur's she ridin' off every day, 'n' nobody knowin' where she goes to?
If Luck's got the sense he used to have, he'll git some white girl to act in his pitchers, and send that there squaw home 'fore she double-crosses him some way or other." "Oh, hold on, Applehead!" Pink felt constrained to defend the girl.
"You've got it in for her 'cause her dog don't like your cat.

Annie's all right; I never saw anything outa the way with her yet." "Well, now, time you're old as I be, you'll have some sense, mebby," Applehead quelled.