He saw the ghoulish greed in their eyes, heard it in their voices when they shouted to one another; and he hated them even more than he feared them.
Much that they said he understood.

They were cursing the Tomahawk outfit, chiefly because the men had not waited there to be surprised and killed.

They cursed his father in particular, and were half sorry that they had not ridden on in pursuit with the others.

They hoped no white man would ride alive to Laramie.

It made cheerful listening to Buddy, flat on his stomach in the roof of the dugout! After a while, when the cabin had been gutted of everything it contained save the crude table and benches, a few Indians brought burning brands from the stable and set it afire.