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old mule, puts my traps into the sack, gets credit 

 for a couple of pounds of powder at Owin's store, 

 and hyar I ar on Bijou, with half a pack of beaver, 

 and running meat yet, old hoss ; so put a log on, 

 and let's have a smoke. 



" Hurraw, Jake, old coon, bear a hand, and let 

 the squaw put them tails in the pot; for sun's 

 down, and we'll have to put out pretty early to 

 reach Black Tail by this time to-morrow. Who's 

 fust guard, boys? them cussed Rapahos will be 

 after the animals to-night, or I'm no judge of 

 Injun sign. How many did you see, Maurice? " 



" Enfant de garce, me see bout honderd, when 

 I pass Squirrel Creek, one dam water-party, 

 parceque they no bosses, and have de lariats for 

 steal des animaux. Maybe de Yutas in Bayou 

 Salade." 



" We'll be having trouble to-night, I'm think- 

 ing, if the devils are about. Whose band was it, 

 Maurice? " 



" Slim-Face — - 1 see him ver close — is out ; 

 mais I think it White Wolf's." 



** White Wolf, maybe, will lose his hair if he and 

 his band knock round here too often. That In- 

 jun put me afoot when we was out on Sandy 

 that fall. This nigger owes him one, anyhow." 



" H — 's full of White Wolves : go ahead, and 

 roll out some of your doins across the plains that 

 time." 



" You seed sights that spree, eh, boy? '* 



