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He remained on the suitcase. He said, тАЬOnly Indian live in this country from choice. What does that make
Indian?тАЭ

The Indian considered this, then looked down at the end of his limp cigarette as if examining it intently.
тАЬYou got something there,тАЭ the Indian said. Then he reached over and knocked open the station wagon
door. тАЬPete couldn't come,тАЭ he added.

тАЬWho?тАЭ

тАЬCarl Peterson.тАЭ

тАЬWho's he?тАЭ

The Indian looked injured. тАЬOkay, I started it,тАЭ he said. тАЬThrow your warbag in the back end. We got
eighty miles to go. Road no good.тАЭ

He picked up his bag, carried it over and put it down on the road beside the station wagon. He looked in
at the Indian. The Indian was all of sixty years old, but probably as tough and active as a billygoat. His
leathery old hide had a worn, shiny sheen as if it had been used for stropping razors. There were pouches
under his eyes large enough to hold eggs, but the eyes themselves were as glittering and alert as those of
a mouse.

Having examined the Indian closely, he asked, тАЬWhat was wrong with Carl?тАЭ

тАЬUgh.тАЭ

тАЬEh?тАЭ

тАЬLoose gut,тАЭ the Indian said. тАЬCatchum shakes. Scared.тАЭ

тАЬI doubt that.тАЭ

Undisturbed, the Indian said, тАЬGo ahead and doubt it, but Indian know when white man scared, even if
white man never know when Indian scared.тАЭ

He studied the Indian some more. He decided that the old Indian was frightened. The way the old Indian
was talking, this funny stuff, meant the Indian was badly scared himself. He commented on this.

He asked, тАЬAre you scared?тАЭ

тАЬHuh?тАЭ

тАЬAre you frightened?тАЭ

тАЬUgh,тАЭ the Indian said. тАЬNo tell.тАЭ
тАЬWhat's your name?тАЭ

тАЬKul-ne-se-pah-pooh,тАЭ the Indian said.

тАЬWhat do they call you?тАЭ