"That fella boy belong along me." The old chief pointed out Gogoomy,
whom Sheldon recognized.
"White Mary belong you too much no good," Telepasse went on. "Bang 'm
head belong Gogoomy. Gogoomy all the same chief. Bimeby me finish,
Gogoomy big fella chief. White Mary bang 'm head. No good. You pay me
plenty tobacco, plenty powder, plenty calico."
"You old scoundrel," was Sheldon's comment. An hour before, he had been
chuckling over Joan's recital of the episode, and here, an hour later,
was Telepasse himself come to collect damages.
"Gogoomy," Sheldon ordered, "what name you walk about here? You get
along quarters plenty quick."
"Me stop," was the defiant answer.
"White Mary b'long you bang 'm head," old Telepasse began again. "My
word, plenty big fella trouble you no pay."
"You talk along boys," Sheldon said, with increasing irritation. "You
tell 'm get to hell along beach. Then I talk with you."
Sheldon felt a slight vibration of the veranda, and knew that Joan had
come out and was standing by his side. But he did not dare glance at
her. There were too many rifles down below there, and rifles had a way
of going off from the hip.
Again the veranda vibrated with her moving weight, and he knew that Joan
had gone into the house.
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