"Mebbyso heap sabe. Heap sabe Baumberga kay bueno. He
thinkum sabe stealum ranch. All time heap talk come Man-that-
coughs, come all same Baumberga. Heap smart, dat squaw." A
smile laid its faint light upon his grim old lips, and was gone.
"Thinkum yo' heap bueno, dat squaw. All time glad for talkum
yo'. Yo' go."
Good Indian stood up, his head bent to avoid scraping his hat
against the sloping roof of the wikiup.
"You no hear more talk all time you watch?" he asked, passing
over Miss Georgie's possible aid or interest in the affair.
"Much talkum--no can hear. All time them damn' Baumberga shut
door--no talkum loud. All time Baumberga walkum in dark. Walkum
where apples grow, walkum grass, walkum all dat ranch all time.
All time me heap watchum. Snake come, bitum foot--no can watchum
mo'. Dat time, much mens come. Yo' sabe. Baumberga all time
talkum, him heap frien' Peacefu'--heap snake all time. Speakum
two tongue Yo' no b'lievum. All time heap big liar, him.
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