"Me glad," he said.

"No like school." This was rather a setback to Bill, who had expected to play on Injun's feeling of resentment.

He rolled a cigarette and planned a new line of attack.

He knew that all the punchers would be glad to see him fail to make Injun talk, and this didn't make Bill any more easy in his mind.

It may have been pleasing to him to have worked up a reputation for knowing more than the others, but this reputation was not without its drawbacks.
For one thing, it was hard to keep it up; for another, it filled his friends with glee when he failed to keep it up.