That's the way a good
many do. I never saw an Indian who had been educated and then came back to
his tribe and give up because he was afraid some silly girl was going to
laugh at him for his clothes or his new education, that, if he let go, he
did not swing twice as far in the other direction. There's no Indian like
a bad Indian. And no bad Indian is as bad as the one I'm telling you
about."
The Navajo did not respond though his manner betrayed that his anger was
steadily rising.
"Now, then, I want to know, Thomas Jefferson, what you were doing with
those men down on the side of the Gulch last night," continued Zeke.
"I did not see men."
"Well, _man_, then. Have it your own way. Perhaps there was only one of
them. Was it that fellow with the scar on his face?"
"I did not say."
"Well, that's what you must do. You've got to tell us who he was."
"If I do not tell what will you do?"
"Drive you out of camp the same as I would drive a rat out of his hole."
The Indian laughed but made no other response.
"Now, then, Thomas Jefferson," said Zeke, angered by the apparent
indifference of the young Indian, "did you see that white man or didn't
you?"
"I did not see him.
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