Opposite the tepee the squaw stood beside the trial.

Casey grinned amiably and said hello.
"Yo' ketchum 'bacco?
My man, him heap sick.

Mebby die.

Likeum 'bacco, him." The squaw muttered it as if she would rather not speak, but had been commanded to beg tobacco from the stranger.
"Sure, I got tobacco!" Casey's tone was a bit more friendly than before.
He pulled a small red can from his shirt pocket, hesitated and then tied William to a bush.

"Too bad your man sick.