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SQUAW-TALK-FAR-OFF HEAP SMART.
Good Indian spoke briefly with the good-looking young squaw, who had a shy glance for him when he came up; afterward he took hold of his hat by the brim, and ducked through the low opening of a wikiup which she smilingly pointed out to him.
"Howdy, Peppajee?
How you foot ?" he asked, when his unaccustomed eyes discerned the old fellow lying back against the farther wall.
"Huh! Him heap sick all time." Having his injury thus brought afresh to his notice, Peppajee reached down with his hands, and moved the foot carefully to a new position.
"Last night," Good Indian began without that ceremony of long waiting which is a part of Indian etiquette, "much men come to Hart ranch.
Eight." He held up his two outspread hands, with the thumbs tucked inside his palms.

"Come in dark, no seeum till sun come back.

Makeum camp.

One man put sticks in ground, say that part belong him.