So he waited.
Injun Jim opened his eye suddenly, looked all around the tepee and then stared fixedly at Casey.

"Young squaw no good.

Heap much white talk.
Stealum gol' mine, mebby.

I dunno." He gestured for his knife, and Casey got it for him.

Injun Jim fondled it evilly.
"Bimeby killum.Mebby.I dunno.