Then we had a hot time with the Little
Salmons. He was cuter this time, and I didn't know for keeps, but I
guessed. He said it was the medicine man who got horstile; but
nothing'll stir up a medicine man quicker'n women, and the facts
pointed that way. When I talked it over with him in a fatherly way he
got wrathy, and I had to take him out on the bank and give him a
threshing. Then he got sulky, and didn't brighten up till we ran into
the mouth of the Reindeer River, where a camp of Siwashes were fishing
salmon. But he had it in for me all the time, only I didn't know
it,--was ready any time to give me the double cross.
"Now, there's no denying he's got a taking way with women. All he has
to do is to whistle 'em up like dogs. Most remarkable faculty, that.
There was the wickedest, prettiest squaw among the Reindeers. Never
saw her beat, excepting Bella. Well, I guess he whistled her up, for
he delayed in the camp longer than was necessary. Being partial to
women--"
"That will do, Mr. Bishop," interrupted the chairman, who, from
profitless watching of Frona's immobile face, had turned to her hand,
the nervous twitching and clinching of which revealed what her face had
hidden. "That will do, Mr. Bishop. I think we have had enough of
squaws."
"Pray do not temper the testimony," Frona chirruped, sweetly. "It
seems very important.
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