And Sitting Bull admired them so much that he wanted to lick them, but of course that wouldn't do.
Bill Jordan had an errand at the Junction and he drove Whitey and Injun over with him.

Al Strong's store was also the postoffice, and every man, woman, and child that happened to be there at mail-time had a fine view of Whitey's boots.

That night, when Whitey went to bed, he was quite tired from exhibiting them.
The next day Whitey figured that about every human being and animal in the neighborhood had seen his boots.

Then he happened to think of the Indians fishing on the river.

I say _on_ the river, for it was frozen over, with its first solid covering of ice.