Ye ain't badly skeert, air yur ?" "No," firmly responded the boy, crossing over.
"I tuk him from a scoundrelly Crow thet I overhauled on a fork of the Yellerstone.

He gin me a long pedigree, that is, afore I kilt the skunk.

He made out as how his people hed tuk the boy from the Kimanches, who hed brought him from somewhar down the Grande.

I know'd it wur all bamboozle.

The boy's white--American white.