"Well, ye see, Pete, maybe I 'm partly to blame.

I 've sorter been entertainin' her nights with some stories regardin' road-agents an' things o' thet sort, while, so fur as I kin larn, thet blame chump of a McNeil hes been fillin' her up scandalous with Injuns, until she 's plum got 'em on the brain.

Ye know a feller jist hes ter gas along 'bout somethin' like thet, fer it's no fool job ter entertain a female thet's es frisky es a young colt.

And now, I reckon as how it's got ter be Injuns." "Whut's got ter be Injuns ?" "Why thet outfit whut runs off with her, of course.

I reckon you fellers will stand in all right ter help pull me out o' this hole ?" Long Pete nodded.
"Well, Pete, this is 'bout whut's got ter be done, es near es I kin figger it out.