All same rattlesnake sleepum
in sun. Kay bueno."
Good Indian jerked his mind back from delicious recollection of
one sweet, swift-passing minute, and half opened his lips for
reply. But he did not speak; he did not know what to say, and it
is ill-spent time--that passed in purposeless speech with such as
Peppajee. Peppajee roused himself from meditation brief as it
seemed deep, lifted a lean, brown hand to push back from his eyes
a fallen lock of hair, and pointed straight away to the west.
"Las' night, sun go sleepum. Clouds come all same blanket, sun
wrappum in blanket. Cloud look heap mad--mebbyso make much
storm. Bimeby much mens come in cloud, stand so--and so--and
so." With pointing finger he indicated a half circle. "Otha man
come, heap big man. Stoppum 'way off, all time makeum sign, for
fight. Me watchum. Me set by fire, watchum cloud makeum sign.
Fire smoke look up for say, 'What yo' do all time, mebbyso?'
Cloud man shakeum hand, makeum much sign.
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