"There may be wild animals, sich as grizzlies, cinnamon or black bears; there may be wolves, or dog Injins looking for a chance to steal our ponies." "Why do you call them 'dog Indians ?'" "A dog Injin is a tramp 'mong the other tribes; he don't live much with any of 'em, but sneaks round the country, looking for a chance to steal something, and it don't matter what it is." "Suppose I catch sight of one of the animals you name, or a dog Indian--what shall I do ?" "Shoot him quicker'n lightning." This was a startling order, but the guide was in earnest.
"Are you afeard to do it ?" he asked, half contemptuously.
"No; I'll shoot the instant it is necessary, but I don't fancy the idea of picking off an Indian without warning." "If you give him warning you won't pick him off.

If you're so squeamish, you might argufy the matter with him." "Leave that to me; I'm on duty now; go to sleep." Without another word the guide wrapped his blanket about him and stretched out in front of the fire, with his feet toward it.

Judging from his heavy breathing, it was barely five minutes before he became unconscious.
"It strikes me this is rushing things," remarked Jack to Fred, as the two sat beside each other.

"Last night the 'V.

W.W.' were in the sleeper of the Union Pacific; to-night they are looking out for a chance to shoot Indians." "I don't believe there's any likelihood of finding it.