He retired within himself, his eyes taking on an introspective look as though, as one of the boys expressed it, "he was tellin' stories t' himself." He paid no heed to the comments the men made on his story of the Custer fight.

It had impressed them because it had rung true.

The comments were made in murmurs or whispers.

As Injun had sat during the tale he sat now; stolid, expressionless.

Now and then Whitey stole a look at him.