human
Good boy,
gpt
Hello, cried Joe,
human
Me Pashepaho. Son Pawnee chief. Spik li’le. Then looking down at the otter skin—
gpt
Heap bad man.
human
Who? Oh, the feller that was tryin’ to do you out of this skin for a string of beads? I should sa-ay so. He’s a crook, he is. But say, P—p——
gpt
Pashepaho. Son chief.
human
Uh-huh, nodded Joe, to whom the son of a chief was no different from any other Indian,
gpt
No?
human
White brother liar. Take ’way red man’s land, take ’way red man’s furs, take ’way red man’s wife, give red man fire-water.
gpt
That’s true, he said gravely,
human
Then after a moment’s pause,
gpt
Do you know who that man was, Pashepaho?
human
Red Snake. Heap bad man. Got bad heart. Trade with Indian. Live Santee Sioux.
gpt
He lives with the _Santee Sioux_?
human
But he is not an Indian, he’s a white man, isn’t he?
gpt
Squaw-man.