Wangee girl give me heap grub," said the squaw, without moving.
"You bet your life," groaned the old man to himself.

Nevertheless an idea struck him.

"Ye ain't brought no presents, hev ye ?" he asked cautiously.

"Ye ain't got no pooty things for poor Wangee girl ?" he continued insinuatingly.
"Me got heap _cache_ nuts and berries," said the squaw.
"Oh, in course! in course! That's just it," screamed Fairley; "you've got 'em _cached_ only two mile from yer, and you'll go and get 'em for a half dollar, cash down." "Me bring Wangee girl to _cache_," replied the Indian, pointing to the wood.

"Honest Injin." Another bright idea struck Mr.Fairley; but it required some elaboration.