How should I know?
I wasn't there, I was with Reno, two miles away.

Well, th' bunch sorta interduced, or tried t' interduce, Old John t' Will Curley.
"Will Curley had somehow got himself a brand-new Stetson, in celebration of th' occasion, an' when Barry said, in Injun talk, 'John, this is Will Curley,' Old John he never moved a muscle, but his eyes looked like forked lightnin'.

You know, Curley is a Crow--th' perpetual enemy of th' Sioux--an' in addition t' that, Curley he was a scout for th' whites.
Old Gall he walked slowly over t' Curley, with a walk that made me think o' nothin' else on earth but a painter, an' when he got t' Will he paused, with everybody holdin' their breath t' see what'd happen, an' then it did happen! "Th' old man reached out an' took that brand-new Stetson off Will Curley's head, an' shook it an' knocked it on all sides, an' put it on his own head an' walked away.

Insultin'!--all I c'n say is, if it ever happened t' me, it'd be my dyin' wish that I'd have a gun in each hand." * * * * * A few moments of silence followed the old cow-puncher's story.

In reciting this page from the book of his life he had lost thought of his surroundings, but now he remembered, and seemed startled at having talked so much.