All friends of them Indians pretty mad.

They come fight you.

I hear, I come to find out what's fighting about." Luck gazed at him stupidly for a moment until the full meaning of the statement seeped through the ache into his brain.

He heaved a great sigh of relief, looked at the Native Son and laughed.
"The joke's on us, I guess," he said.

"Go, back and tell that to the boys.