An Injun wouldn't have a wooden leg, least ways not one with an iron ring at the butt.

My ol' thinker had been chawin' that cud all day an' o' a sudden it come to me that a white man were runnin' the hull crew.

That's how I had gained ground with the red scout I took him out in the aidge o' the bush an' sez I: "'What's yer name ?' "'Buckeye,' sez he.
"'Who's the white man that's with ye ?' "'Mike Harpe.' "'Are the white wimmin with him ?' "'Yes.' "'How many Injuns ?' "Two.' "'What's yer signal o' victory ?' "'The call o' the moose.' "'Now, Buckeye, you come with us,' I sez.
"I knowed that the white man were runnin' the hull party an' I itched to git holt o' him.

Gol ding his pictur'! He'd sent the Injuns on ahead fer to do his dirty work.

The Ohio country were full o' robber whelps which I kind o' mistrusted he were one on 'em who had raked up this 'ere band o' runnygades an' gone off fer plunder.