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Bower, B. M., 1871-1940

"The Heritage of the Sioux"

They come fight
you. I hear, I come to find out what's fighting about."
Luck gazed at him stupidly for a moment until. the full meaning of the
statement seeped through. the ache into his brain. He heaved a great sigh of
relief, looked at the Native Son and laughed.
"The joke's on us, I guess," he said. "Go, back and tell that to the boys.
I'll be along in a minute."
Juan, grinning broadly at what he considered a very good joke on the nine
white men who had traveled all this way for nothing, went back to explain the
mistake to his fellows on the ledge. The old Indian took it upon himself to
disperse the Navajos in the grove, and just as suddenly as the trouble started
it was stopped--and the Happy Family, if they had been at all inclined to
belittle the danger of their position, were made to realize it when thirty or
more Navajos came flocking in from all quarters. Many of them could--and
did--talk English understandably, and most of them seemed inclined to
appreciate the joke. All save those whom Lite had "nipped and nicked" in the
course of their flight from the rock ridge to the Frying-Pan. These were
inclined to be peevish over their hurts and to nurse them in sullen silence
while Luck, having a rudimentary knowledge of medicine and surgery, gave them
what firstaid treatment was possible.


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