I mean it was something you wouldn't think he'd like," Whitey explained hastily.
"I dunno," Single answered.

"You can't never tell 'bout a Injun.

He looks stuck on that there present now," and he nodded toward Injun, who was devouring the stickpin with his eyes.

"Mebbe he thinks it's med'cine," Single went on.
"Medicine!" exclaimed Whitey.
"Sure--good luck," said Single.

"An' if he does, you couldn't pry it off'n him with a steam dredge." It had not occurred to Whitey that Injun was superstitious.