Chapter 15
Squaw-Talk-Far-Off Heap SmartGood Indian spoke briefly with the good-looking young squaw, who
had a shy glance for him when he came up; afterward he took hold of
his hat by the brim, and ducked through the low opening of a wikiup
which she smilingly pointed out to him.
"Howdy, Peppajee? How you foot?" he asked, when his unaccustomed
eyes discerned the old fellow lying back against the farther
wall.
"Huh! Him heap sick all time." Having his injury thus brought
afresh to his notice, Peppajee reached down with his hands, and
moved the foot carefully to a new position.
"Last night," Good Indian began without that ceremony of long
waiting which is a part of Indian etiquette, "much men come to Hart
ranch. Eight." He held up his two outspread hands, with the thumbs
tucked
