There are bad Indians and good ones." "I know a couple of good ones," Buddy murmured as he made for the wash basin.

"It's the bad ones that were doing the dancing, mother," he flung over his shoulder.

"And if I was you I'd take Dulcie and the cats and hit for Laramie.

Colorou might get busy and forget to send word!" "If I WAS you ?" Mother came up and nipped his ear between thumb and finger.

"Robert, I am discouraged over you.