Viney liked Grant.
"Viney, you tell me. Grant no come Hartley, no drunk, no yell,
no catchum you dog, no ride in Hagar's wikiup? You tell me,
Viney."
Viney and Lucy bobbed their heads rapidly up and down. Viney,
with a sidelong glance at Hagar, spoke softly.
"Good Injun Grant, mebbyso home Hartley," she admitted
reluctantly, as if she would have been pleased to prove Hagar a
liar in all things. "Me thinkum no drunk. Mebbyso ketchum
dog--dog kay bueno, mebbyso me killing. Good Injun Grant no heap
yell, no shoot all time--mebbyso no drunk. No breakum wikiup.
Horse all time kay bueno, Hagar--"
"Shont-isham!" (big lie) Hagar interrupted shrilly then, and
Viney relapsed into silence, her thin face growing sullen under
the upbraiding she received in her native tongue. Phoebe,
looking at her attentively, despaired of getting any nearer the
truth from any of them.
There was a sudden check to Hagar's shrewish clamor. The squaws
stiffened to immobility and listened stolidly, their eyes alone
betraying the curiosity they felt.
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