He rose and walked from the bunk house.
There was a moment's hush broken by Jim Walker.

"Who in thunder d'ye s'pose that White Chief was ?" he demanded.

"Gee! We sure butted into some real Injun history." "That's what I'm thinkin'," said Bill Jordan.

"An' seein' as how Injun's uncle was old Rain-in-the-Face, an' seein' as how th' old man's fingers was all stubbed off at th' ends, an' seein' as how Lonesome Charlie Reynolds, th' greatest scout what ever lived, was a great friend of th' Injuns, an' spoke their langwidge, an' seein' as how he was scout for General Terry, up at old Fort Buford, an' seein' as how that's where th' Seventh Cavalry was quartered, an' seein' as how Captain Tom Custer was always hated by th' Sioux, an' by old Rain-in-the-Face in partic'ler--by golly, boys!--" Bill paused, as he and the men were impressed by the important point to which his line of argument was leading, then went on excitedly: "We only have t' reason deflectively t' put our fingers on th' button what caused th' doggonedest Injun fights this country ever knowed!" "It begins, gee whiz! it begins--we all are all right, boys! It begins in '75, with Injun's tribe.

An' in '76, General Custer an' Captain Tom Custer an' two hundred an' sixty-one o' their men was all wiped out.