Him stay there long, long time; mebbe so twenty, thirty moons.
"Then him dig dirt in floor with hands, and cover up when they bring him bread and water--and he hide his hands all the time, fingers so much bleed.

Then when dark and no moon, him dig out last dirt, him come up outside.

Him run sixty mile, him come my father, him tell my father." "My father he say to our people, 'Now, we fight, and we fight heap!'" Injun paused for a moment, as one considering and about to utter judgment.

"White man bad.

Injun he no bad," he said.
Injun's story was concluded.