Only the bucks stood apart in
haughty unconcern, speaking in undertones when they talked at
all. Good Indian commanded Miss Georgie to remain just outside
the camp, and himself rode in to where the bucks were gathered.
Then he saw Peppajee sitting beside his own wikiup, and went to
him instead.
"What's the matter here, Peppajee?" he asked. "Heap trouble walk
down at Hart Ranch. Trouble walk here all same, mebbyso?"
Peppajee looked at him sourly, but the news was big, and it must
be told.
"Heap much trouble come. Squaw callum Hagar make much talk. Do
much bad, mebbyso. Squaw Rachel ketchum bad heart along yo'.
Heap cry all time. No sleepum, no eatum--all time heap sad.
Ketchum bad spirit, mebbyso. Ketchum debbil. Sun go 'way,
ketchum knife, go Hagar wikiup. Killum Hagar--so." He thrust
out his arm as one who stabs. "Killum himself--so." He struck
his chest with his clenched fist. "Hagar heap dead. Rachel heap
dead. Kay bueno. Mebbyso yo' heap bad medicine.
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