Never laid eyes on the red afore but he wus friendly 'nough, natch'ally mistakin' me fer one o' Le Fevre's herders.

His name wus Black Smoke, an' he could n't talk no English worth mentionin', but we made out to understan' each other in Mex.

He wus too darn hungry and tired to talk much anyhow.

But I got what I wanted to know out o' him." "Well, go on, Hughes; you are making a long story out of it." "The rest is short 'nough.

It seems he an' ol' Koleta, an' a young Cheyenne buck, had been hangin' 'round across the river from Dodge fer quite a while waitin' fer Le Fevre to pull off some sorter stunt.
Maybe I did n't get just the straight o' it, but anyhow they held up a paymaster, er something like that, fer a big boodle.