Mighty likely Bill's smitten; but he don't let on, the fam'ly like I relates, allers ropin' up a gent's bride.

It's good bettin' this yere Saucy Willow counts up Bill.

If she does, however,--no more than Bill,--she never tips her hand.

The Saucy Willow yelps on onconcerned, like her only dream of bliss is to show the coyotes what vocal failures they be.
"It's a week after the _Ingraska_, an' Bill's fam'ly holds a round-up to pick Bill out a squaw.

He ain't present, havin' the savey to go squanderin' off to play Injun poker with some Creek sports he hears has money over on the Polecat.