"I came to tell you that squaw is on your trail with a white man in tow, and it'll be a case of claim-jumping if they can see their way tolerably clear.

He's a mate for the two you helped me haul out of camp, and I think, Casey Ryan, the squaw would kill you in a minute if she gets the chance." Casey did rather a funny thing, considering how scared he was usually of the Little Woman.

"You pack that kid all the way over here ?" he grunted, and picked up the Little Woman and carried her, and left Babe to walk.

Of course he helped Babe, holding her hand over the roughest spots, but it was the Little Woman whom he carried the rest of the way.

And Babe, if you please, was quite calm about it and never once became "sad" so that she must sit down and cry.
"All the claim-jumpin' they'll do won't hurt nobody," Casey observed unexcitedly, when he had set the Little Woman down on a rock beside his location "cut" in the canyon's side.