An' them Injuns kep' right on fightin' till '81, when John Gall, th' big Sioux Chief, surrenders at that big fight in th' snow, when it was fifty-two below, an' them Injuns was fightin' in their skins, with no coverin' but a blanket.
"Just think of it, boys.

An' sittin' right here in this bunk house, years an' years after, us cowpunchers get th' real cause o' th' whole rumpus, which them Washington folks has bin figurin' out for years, an' couldn't do it none whatever.

Didn't I tell you all when a Injun talks he says somethin' ?" There was no disputing this, and the men looked solemn as they considered the series of great tragedies and the chain of circumstances which had led up to them.

Then, as the impression made on Bill Jordan began to fade, and thoughts of his own importance to take its place, he turned triumphantly to Jim Walker.
"Well, did I make Injun talk, an' do we get them peaches ?" Bill demanded.
"_You_ make him talk!" Jim returned scornfully.

"All you did was t' make him shut up.