After he had climbed into the saddle he looked around at Calumet.

He sneered through his swollen lips.
"You'll be gettin' what I owe you," he threatened.
"I'm your friend," jeered Calumet.

"I've been your friend since the day you tried to bore me with a rifle bullet out there in the valley--the day I come here--after runnin' like a coyote from the daylight.

I've got an idea what you was hangin' around for that day--I've got the same idea now.

You're tryin' to locate that heathen idol.