This feller he got away, just as he sed he did, by a hidin' in the bush.

I reckon he wan't even seed at all, but he wus so blame close thet he heerd 'bout all thet went on, an' even seed a bit ov it.

Lord! I hed ter poke him out; he wus thet skeered he cudn't stand." "Wal, I reckon yer'd a bin too," the boy stuttered angrily.

"I ain't never seed no Injuns afore." "An' don't wanter ever see no more, I reckon.

Hell! I don't hanker after eny myself.