Now he looked at Peppajee with a startled sense that he
had never known him at all, and that Peppajee was not only a
grimy Indian--he was also a man.
"Me no sabe one thing. One otha thing me sabe. Yo' no b'lieve
Baumberga one frien'. Him all same snake. Them mens come,
Baumberga tellum come all time. All time him try for foolum
Peaceful. Yo' look out. Yo' no sleepum mo'. All time yo'
watchum."
"I come here," said Good Indian; "I think you mebbyso hear talk,
you tell me. My heart heap sad, I let this trouble come. I want
to kill that trouble. Mebbyso make my friends laugh, be heap
glad those men no stealum ranch. You hear talk, mebbyso you tell
me now."
Peppajee smoked imperturbably what time his dignity demanded. At
length he took the pipe from his mouth, stretched out his arm
toward Hartley, and spoke in his sonorous tone, calculated to add
weight to his words.
"Yo' go speakum Squaw-talk-far-off," he commanded. "All time
makum talk--talk--" He drummed with his fingers upon his left
forearm.
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