I'll pay the Injuns for what grass they eat.

Ramon must have stopped here yesterday.

I'm going up and see if I can't pry a little information loose from those squaws and papooses.

Come on, Applehead--you can talk a little Navvy; you come and tell 'em what I want." Applehead hesitated, and with a very good reason.

He might, for all he knew, be trespassing upon the allotment of a friend or relative of some of the Indians he had been compelled to "get" in the course of his duties as sheriff.