He is a coward who is
afraid of the Indian."
"I am not afraid of you. I think I have shown it."
"Yes, but you ran when I surprised you by the stream."
"My pony ran, and to keep from losing him I clung to him."
"It was a good thing for you that he did run. If he hadn't, you would
never have gone home again, and the buzzards and vultures, assisted by
the prairie wolves, would have you by now."
"Big talk means nothing. You are not a fighter, you are a squaw. You are
a fool and a boaster."
"No, I am a chief, and a warrior. I have seen the blood of the white man
flow, and I drank it. I am brave."
"You're full of hot air. Run along now; I'm disgusted with you."
"Hah! White squaw afraid to fight. Go back to your camp, and cook the
meals and wash the clothes in the tub."
Crazy Cow made motions, of scrubbing at a tub.
At this the other Indians burst into laughter.
"You are but an idle boaster, Crazy Cow. You make much noise like the
wind in the trees. That is all it amounts to. You do not make me feel
bad by what you say."
Crazy Cow, seeing that he could not get Ted angry with his banter, tried
a new tack.
"Hah, little bay pony," he cried, addressing Bingo. "Are you a squaw
pony?"
He paused in a listening attitude as if he was paying close attention to
what the pony was saying.
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