that gregar'ous an' amiable, he has to go foolin' 'round every stranger lie tracks up with.In their ign'rance they even gets that roode an' insultin' at times, that I knows 'em who's that regardless an' imp'lite as to up an' ask a rank stranger that a-way to pass'em his gun to look at.
"An' so, as I says, no sooner does them Injuns get near us, than them three blessed foreigners is over after 'em; ropin' at em' with questions an' invadin' of 'em, an' examinin' of 'em like the whole tribe's for sale an' they aims to acquire 'em if figgers is reasonable.
"I never does know what the female towerist says or does to that partic'lar aborigine-nothin' most likely; but it ain't a day when one of them Injuns settles it with himse'f he wants to wed her.The towerists is in ign'rance of the views of this savage, who goes about dealin' his game Injun fashion.
"It's this a-way: Dave an' me trails in one evenin' some weary an'
played; it's been a hard ride that day.Which the first thing we lays eyes on at the camp shorely livens us up a lot.Thar, tied to the wagon-wheels, is nine ponies, which the same belongs to the Injuns.
"'Whatever be these y ere broncos doin' yere?' says Dave, for we allows, the first dash outen the box, mebby the Britons makes a purchase.
"One of the towerists tells a long an' delighted story about the gen'rosity of the Injuns.
"'Actooally,' says this towerist,"them gen'rous savages leads up these yere nine ponies an' donates 'em.'
"Dave an' me asks questions; and all thar is to the deal--which it's shore enough to bust Dave's fam'ly before it's over--them Injuns brings up the nine ponies all respectful, an' leaves 'em hobbled out, mebby it's a hundred yards from the Britons, an' rides away.
The Britons, deemin' this bluff as in the line of gifts, capers over an' possesses themse'fs of the ponies an' leads 'em in.That's the outside of the store.
"'Well, stranger,' says Dave in reply, takin' of the towerist one side, 'I ain't aimin' to discourage you none, but you-alls has gone an' got all tangled up in your lariat.'
"'What for an ontanglement is it?' asks the towerist.
"'Nothin',' says Dave, sorter breakin' it to him easy, 'nothin', only you've done married your daughter to one of them Injuns.'
"When Dave announces this yere trooth it shore looks like the Briton's goin' to need whiskey to uphold himse'f.But he reorganizes, an' Dave explains that the Injuns, when they trails in with the ponies, is simply shufflin' for a weddin'; they's offerin'
what they-alls calls a 'price' for the woman.
"'An' when you-alls leads in the ponies,' says Dave,'that settles it.You agrees to deal right thar.To-morrow, now, this yere buck, whoever he is, will come surgin' in with his relations plumb down to third cousins; an' he expects you'll be dead ready to feed 'em, an'
wind up the orgy by passin' over the bride.'
"You can bet them reecitals of Dave's is plenty horrible to the towerist.He allows we must keep it from his daughter; an' then he puts hip whole outfit in Dave's hands, to get 'em safe onto high grounds.
"'Can't we pull our freight in the night?'says the towerist, an'
he's shorely anxious.
"'Too much moon,' says Dave; 'an' then, ag'in, the whole Injun outfit's below us in the draw, an' we never gets by once in a thousand times.No,' goes on Dave, 'one shore thing we can't back out nor crawl off.We-alls has to play the hand plumb through:
"Then Dave tells the towerist him an' me talks over this yere weddin' which he done goes into so inadvertent; an' if thar's a chance to save him from becomin' a father-in-law abrupt, we'll play it to win.
"'This yere is the only wagon-track out; says Dave to me, after we pow-wows an hour.'You go down to them Injuns, an' find the right buck that a-way, an' tell him the squaw's got a buck now.Tell him he's barred.Which at this p'int in your revelations he's due to offer a fight, an' of course you takes him.Tell him at first-drink time to-morrow mornin' he finds me ready to fight for the squaw.'
"'This whole business makes metired, though,' says Dave, a heap disgustad.' If these eediots had let them Injuns alone-, or even if they disdains the ponies when they was brought up, this yere could be fixed easy.But now it's fight or give up the woman, so you go down, as I says, an' arrange for the dance.'
"Of course thar's no explainin' nothin' to Injuns.You might as well waste time expoundin' to coyotes an' jack-rabbits.All that's left for me to do is trail out after my savage, as Dave says, an' notify him that this weddin' he pro.poses is postponed an' all bets is off.
"I finds him easy enough, an' saws it off on him in Spanish how the game stacks up.But he ain't cheerful about it, an' displays a mighty baleful sperit.Jest as Tutt allows he's out to shoot for the squaw in a minute, an' as thar's no gettin' away from it, I tells him to paint himse'f for war an' come a-runnin'.
"I has to carry a hard face; for we're shorely in for it.Yere we be four days from Wolfville, an' the Injuns--an' I reckons thar's twenty bucks in the outfit-is camped in between us an' he'p.
"This Injun who's after the woman is named Black Dog.The next mornin' Tutt saddles up an' rides off to one side of our camp, mebby it's a quarter of a mile, an' then gets offen his pony an' stands thar.We-alls don't onfold to the towerists the details of the deal, not even to the Injun's father-in-law.The towerist female is that ign'rant of what's going' on, she's pesterin' 'round all onconscious, makin' bakin'-powder biscuit at the time.I looks at her close, an' I wonders even yet what that Black Dog's thinkin' of.
But I don't get much time to be disgusted over this Black Dog's taste before he comes p'intin' out from among his people.
