We had a fight with him," Emma informed their visitor.
"So ?" "Yes, we did, Mr.Horse.And some one shot a hole through his wooden leg.

Who do you suppose could have done that ?" "Big Friend, huh ?" he questioned, looking up at Hippy.
"Not guilty," answered Hippy with a shake of the head.
"How come ?" demanded the Indian.
Emma Dean told him the story, Willy listening gravely, puffing slowly at his pipe, eyes fixed on the campfire.

He smoked on in silence for some time after the conclusion of her narrative.
"Mebby Willy find out," he grunted.
"You suspect, don't you ?" demanded Elfreda, who had been narrowly observing the Indian.
"Make breakfast.

We go soon.

Willy show where make camp." With that the Indian rose, turned his back on them and loped into the forest.