If he happens t' be born in the wilderness he just nach'lly has t' learn it, or I reckon he'd die." Whitey fidgeted about, knowing that Bill was on one of his favorite topics, and wouldn't stop and tell the rest of his news until he was run down.
"Take Injun, f'r instance," Bill went on.

"He's got a way o' figurin' out things that's wonderful, an' once in a while that way o' figurin' has saved his life.

They's a highbrow word for that stuff, an' it's 'observation.' You just stick to that observation thing, kid, an' you'll find it a heap o' use t' you in this country." Whitey knew of Injun's wonderful powers of observation which he had often shown on the trail, but could not help thinking that some of his red friend's cleverness was due to the lore inherited from his Indian ancestors, with their knowledge of the wild and of the habits of its beasts and birds.

But Bill droned on while Whitey squirmed with impatience, and presently a welcome interruption came in the person of Shorty Palmer, who dashed into the room.
"Say, Bill," Shorty cried, "you got th' new time-table ?" "Sure," said Bill.

"Last time I was to the Junction." "Well, didn't you notice that th' Eastern Express leaves two hours earlier now ?" "No." "It does, an' you'll have t' burn up th' prairie t' make it, an' Buck's got th' team all hitched, an' John Big Moose's just throwin' things into his trunk, an' you'd best get a move on." "Jumpin' garter snakes!" cried Bill.