"I thought you was making stew," replied Na-che.
"Oh, you did! Well, what do you think now?"
"Oh, I guess you're just boiling the mud out of the river water. You
give me the kettle and I'll show you how to make rabbit stew."
"I'll give you a piece of my mind, Miss Na-che, that's what I'll give
you. How come you to think you can sass a Washington man, huh, a
government man, huh? How come you suppose I don't know women, huh?
Why child, I was taking girls to fancy dress balls when you Indians was
still wearing nothing but strings. I was--"
"O Jonas!" called Enoch, who had been standing by the cave fire, an
amused auditor of Jonas' tirade; "treat Na-che gently. She's leaving
to-morrow."
"Leaving? Don't we go, too, boss?" asked Jonas.
"No, I'm going to see if I can go down river with the boats."
Curly, who was cleaning up in the cave, came out, comb in hand.
"You haven't gone crazy, have you, Judge?"
"No more than usual, Curly. How about it, Milton?" as that sturdy
personage came up from the river and dropped wearily down by the fire.
"Don't you need another man?"
"Yes, Judge, we're two short. One of our fellows broke an arm a week
ago and we had to send him out, with another chap to help him.
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