Not one of our party understood Ute, and I had never seen a "wild" Indian at such close quarters before.
The man motioned for something to eat, so Andy gave him a plate of breakfast, but there was a twinkle in Andy's blue eye, for the breakfast consisted largely of the rejected goose.

When the red man's vision rested on the goose he gave a grunt of disgust and made no effort to even taste it, though he relished the other things and a cup of hot coffee.

I have noticed that all Indians are very fond of coffee.

We gleaned that he was alone with his squaw, and had a wickiup down the river a short distance.

Doubtless he had examined our camp the previous night.