"Takes him some time t' get started, but he gets somewheres when he does." Bill tried to look as though he hadn't heard this, and turned to Injun, with what was supposed to be an expression of brotherly frankness on his face.

"Just among friends, Injun, d'ye think white folks as a class stacks up perty good ?" Injun stared at Bill.

"Huh," he grunted.

"Mebbe some good, mebbe some bad." "O' course," said Bill, "they's good an' bad 'mongst 'em, but I mean t' stack 'em up against Injuns, as a whole tribe, see ?" "Injuns same way.

Mebbe some good, mebbe some bad." This did not seem to be getting anywhere, and Bill became more personal.
"Now, Injun, honest," he said, "don't you think your people are underdogs in these here conditions the whites have forced 'em into, an' that they got a constant grouch against most whites ?" "My people good people.