drunk--of course, I knew it all the time. I told Hagar so. What
do you care what she says about you? You don't want to fight an
old woman, Grant--a man can't fight a woman--"

"You tell her you heap big liar!" Grant did not even look at
Phoebe, but his purpose seemed to waver in spite of himself.
"You all time kay bueno. You all time lie." He gripped her more
firmly, and turned his head slightly toward Phoebe. "You'd be
tired of it yourself if she threw it into you like she does into
me, Mother Hart. It's got so I can't ride past this old hag in
the trail but she gives me the bad eye, and mumbles into her
blanket. And if I look sidewise, she yowls all over the country
that I'm drunk. I'm getting tired of it!" He shook the squaw as
a puppy shakes a shoe--shook her till her hair quite hid her ugly
old face from sight.

"All right--Mother Hart she tellum mebbyso let you go. This time
I no throw you in pond. You heap take care next time, mebbyso.
You no tellum big lie, me all time heap drunk. You kay bueno.
All time me tellum Mother Hart, tellum boys, tellum Viney, Lucy,
tellum Charlie and Tom and Sleeping Turtle you heap big liar. Me
tell Wally shont-isham. Him all time my friend--mebbyso him no
likum you no more.

"Huh. Get out--pikeway before I forget you're a lady!"

He laughed ironically, and pushed her from him so suddenly that
she sprawled upon the steps. The Indians grinned
unsympathetically at her, for Hagar was not the most popular
member of the tribe by any means. Scrambling up, she shook her