Miss
Georgie never wasted precious time on empty ceremony, and she
would have gone into that tent unannounced and stated her errand
without any compunction whatever. Put Peppajee was lying
outside, smoking in the shade, with his foot bandaged and
disposed comfortably upon a folded blanket. She tossed him the
bag of candy, and stayed upon her horse.
"Howdy, Peppajee? How your foot? Pretty well, mebbyso?"
"Mebbyso bueno. Sun come two time, mebbyso walk all same no
snake biteum." Peppajee's eyes gloated over the gift as he laid
it down beside him.
"That's good. Say, Peppajee," Miss Georgie reached up to feel
her hatpins and to pat her hair, "I wish you'd watch Saunders.
Him no good. I think him bad. I can't keep an eye on him. Can
you?"
"No can walk far." Peppajee looked meaningly at his bandages.
"No can watchum."
"Well, but you could tell somebody else to watch him. I think he
do bad thing to the Harts. You like Harts. You tell somebody to
watch Saunders.
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