A little after daylight, he had picked up the boy, Jack Irons, at a hunting camp on Big Deer Creek, as it was then called, and the two had set out together to warn the people in Horse Valley, where Jack lived, and to get help for a battle with the savages.
It will be seen by his words that Mr.Binkus was a man of imagination, but--again he is talking.
"I were on my way to a big Injun Pow-wow at Swegache fer Sir Bill--ayes it were in Feb'uary, the time o' the great moon o' the hard snow.

Now they be some good things 'bout Injuns but, like young brats, they take natural to deviltry.

Ye may have my hide fer sole luther if ye ketch me in an Injun village with a load o' fire-water.

Some Injuns is smart, an' gol ding their pictur's! they kin talk like a cat-bird.

A skunk has a han'some coat an' acts as cute as a kitten but all the same, which thar ain't no doubt o' it, his friendship ain't wuth a dam.
It's a kind o' p'ison.