sagebrush--dog all time cry, no can get away--me thinkum kill
that dog. Squaws cry--Viney cry--Good Injun"--Hagar paused here
for greater effect--"makum horse all time buck--ridum in
wikiup--Hagar wikiup--all time breakum--no can fix that wikiup.
Good Injun, hee-e-ap kay bueno!" At the last her voice was high
and tremulous with anger.

"Good Indian mebbyso all same my boy Wally." Phoebe gave the
butter a vicious slap. "Me heap love Good Indian. You no call
Good Indian, you call Grant. Grant bueno. Heap bueno all time.
No drunk, no yell, no shoot, mebbyso"--she hesitated, knowing
well the possibilities of her foster son--"mebbyso catchum
dog--me think no catchum. Grant all same my boy. All time me
likum--heap bueno."

Viney and Lucy nudged each other and tittered into their
blankets, for the argument was an old one between Hagar and
Phoebe, though the grievance of Hagar might be fresh. Hagar
shifted her blanket and thrust out a stubborn under lip.

"Wally boy, heap bueno," she said; and her malicious old face
softened as she spoke of him, dear as her own first-born. "Jack
bueno, mebbyso Gene bueno, mebbyso Clark, mebbyso Donny all time
bueno." Doubt was in her voice when she praised those last two,
however, because of their continual teasing. She stopped short
to emphasize the damning contrast. "Good Injun all same mebbyso
yo' boy Grant, hee-ee-eap kay bueno. Good Injun Grant all time
DEBBIL!"

It was at this point that Donny slipped away to report that