This manager was a white man named Gallager, an' his life was made a burden, for he had t' train Sam for them there stunts, an' Sam didn't cotton to trainin' nonesoever.

When he oughta be doin' it, he'd be off dancin', or drinkin', or pokerin', or somethin'.

An' Gallager got sicker an' sicker of such doin's.
"Well, bein' a Injun, Sam had a med'cine.

It was a twig.

Where he got it I don't know, but it was firm fixed in Sam's nut that he couldn't run without that there twig was tucked inside his shirt.