Bein' now re-arrayed in fullest feather the Saucy Willow is fetched into the ring an' receives a platter with the rest.

Then one of the bucks, lookin' about like he's amazed, says: 'Wherever is the Jack Rabbit ?' that bein' Bill's Osage title.
Crooked Claw shakes his head an' reckons most likely the Jack Rabbit's rummagin' about loose some'ers, not knowin' enough to come in an' eat.

A brace of bucks an' a young squaw starts up an' figgers they'll search about an' see if they can't round him up.

They goes out an' thar's Bill settin' off on a rock a quarter of a mile with his back to the camp an' the footure.
"The two sharps an' the squaw herds Bill into camp an' stakes him out, shoulder to shoulder, with the little Saucy Willow.

Neither Bill nor the little Saucy Willow su'gests by word, screech or glance that they saveys either the game or the stakes, an' eats on, takin' no notice of themse'fs or any of the gluttons who surrounds 'em.