Peppajee spoke more hastily than was usual. "Me watchum
Man-that-catchum-fish. Him hee-eeap kay bueno. Me no sabe why
him walk, walk in night--me heap watchum."
"You mean Baumberger? He's all right. He comes down here to
catchum many fish--trout, up in the Malad, you sabe. Heap friend
Peaceful. You no likum?"
"Kay bueno." Peppajee rested a forefinger upon Good Indian's
arm. "Sun up there," he pointed high in the west. "Me go all
same Hartley. Come stable--Pete stable--me walkum close--no
makum noise. Me hear talk. Stoppum--no can see--me hear much
bad talk. All time me hear, heap likum for steal dis ranch. Me
no sabe"--his tone was doubtful for a space--"all same, me hear
stealum this ranch. Man, you callum--"
"Baumberger?" suggested Grant.
"Him. All same Baumberga, him talk Man-that-coughs. All time
say stealum ranch. Makum much bad talk, them mans. Me come
ranch, me tellum Peaceful, him all time laugh, me. All time
shakum head. Mebbyso thinkum I lie--shont-isham!"
"What more you do?" Good Indian, at least, did not laugh.
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