audience.

"You tell her shont-isham! Ah-h--you can't break loose, you old
she-wildcat. Quit your biting, will you? By all the big and
little spirits of your tribe, you'll wish--"

Panting, laughing, swearing also in breathless exclamations, he
forced her to the top of the steps, backed recklessly down them,
and came to a stop in the corner by the door. Evadna had taken
refuge there; and he pressed her hard against the rough wall
without in the least realizing that anything was behind him save
unsentient stone.

"Now, you sing your little song, and be quick about it!" he
commanded his captive sternly. "You tell Mother Hart you lied.
I hear she's been telling you I'm drunk, Mother Hart--didn't you,
you old beldam? You say you heap sorry you all time tellum lie.
You say: 'Good Injun, him all time heap bueno.' Say: 'Good Injun
no drunk, no heap shoot, no heap yell--all time bueno.' Quick, or
I'll land you headforemost in that pond, you infernal old hag!"

"Good Injun hee-eeap kay bueno! Heap debbil all time." Hagar
might be short of breath, but her spirit was unconquered, and her
under lip bore witness to her stubbornness.

Phoebe caught him by the arm then, thinking he meant to make good
his threat--and it would not have been unlike Grant Imsen to do
so.

"Now, Grant, you let her go," she coaxed. "I know you aren't