She looked full at Evadna.
"Yo' like see, me show whereum walk," she said grimly. "Good
Injun boot make track, Squaw-talk-far-off little shoe make track.
Me show, yo' thinkum mebbyso me tell lie. Stoppum in sagebrush,
ketchum hair. Me ketchum knife--Good Injun knife, mebbyso."
Revenge mastered cupidity, and she produced that also, and held
it up where they could all see.
Evadna looked and winced.
"I don't believe a word you say," she declared stubbornly. "You
STOLE that knife. I suppose you also stole the hair. You can't
MAKE me believe a thing like that!"
"Squaw-talk-far-off run, run heap fas', get home quick. Me
seeum, Viney seeum, Lucy seeum." Hagar pointed to each as she
named her, and waited until they give a confirmatory nod. The
two squaws gazed steadily at the ground, and she grunted and
ignored them afterward, content that they bore witness to her
truth in that one particular.
"Squaw-talk-far-off sabe Good Injun killum Man-that-coughs,
mebbyso," she hazarded, watching Good Indian's face cunningly to
see if the guess struck close to the truth.
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