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ALL THIS WAR-TALK ABOUT INJUNS.
Over his second cup of coffee the pale eyes of Big Medicine goggled thoughtfully at the forbidding wall of lava rock that stretched before them as far as he could see to left or right.

There were places here and there where he believed that a man could climb to the top with the aid of his hands as well as his feet, but for the horses he was extremely skeptical; and as for a certain big red automobile....

His eyes swung from the brown rampart and rested grievedly upon the impassive face of Luck, who was just then reaching forward to spear another slice of bacon from the frying pan.
"Kinda looks to me, by cripes, as if we'd come to the end uh the trail," he observed in his usual full-lunged bellow, as though he had all his life been accustomed to pitching his voice above some unending clamor.
"Yuh got any idee of how an autyMObile clumb that there rim-rock ?" Old Applehead, squatting on his heels across the little camp-fire, leaned and picked a coal out of the ashes for his pipe and afterwards cocked his eyes toward Big Medicine.
"What yuh calc'late yuh tryin' to do ?" he inquired pettishly.

"Start up an argyment uh some kind?
Cause if ye air, lemme tell yuh I got the yer-ache from listenin' to you las' night." Big Medicine looked at him as though he was going to spring upon him in deadly combat--but that was only a peculiar facial trick of his.