Fire smoke heap sad,
bend down far, lookum me, lookum where cloud look. All time
lookum for Peaceful Hart ranch. Me lay down for sleepum, me
dream all time much fight. All time bad sign come. Kay bueno."
Peppajee shook his head slowly, his leathery face set in deep,
somber lines.
"Much trouble come heap quick," he said gravely, hitching his
blanket into place upon his shoulder. "Me no sabe--all same,
heap trouble come. Much mens, mebbyso much fight, much
shootum--mebbyso kill. Peaceful Hart him all time laugh me. All
same, me sabe smoke sign, sabe cloud sign, sabe--Baumberga. Heap
ka-a-ay bueno!"
Good Indian's memory dashed upon him a picture of bright
moonlight and the broody silence of a night half gone, and of a
figure forming sharply and suddenly from the black shadow of the
stable and stealing away into the sage, and of Baumberger
emerging warily from that same shadow and stopping to light his
pipe before he strolled on to the house and to the armchair upon
the porch.
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