It was so unusual for Injun to talk at all, and the effort to start him again having failed, it seemed now to occur to everybody that it probably would be better to let him alone until he got in the mood again.
Presently Whitey saw Injun's eyes take on their former faraway look, as though they were gazing into his father's tepee fire, or into the red faces of his kinsmen.
"What did the White Chief do when he went back ?" Whitey asked softly.
"Him go back and get plenty soldiers," responded Injun.

"And come get my mamma's brother, and tie him on pony, with him face looking at pony tail.

My mamma's brother him lose much blood where stick break through chest.

Him almost died when get to Fort.

White Chief put him in log calaboose.