Chapter 3
Old Wives TalesDown the winding trail of Snake River bluff straggled a
blanketed half dozen of old Wolfbelly's tribe, the braves stalking
moodily in front and kicking up a gray cloud of dust which
enveloped the squaws behind them but could not choke to silence
their shrill chatter; for old Hagar was there, and Viney, and the
incident of the dog was fresh in their minds and tickling their
tongues.
The Hart boys were assembled at the corral, halter-breaking a
three-year-old for the pure fun of it. Wally caught sight of the
approaching blotch of color, and yelled a wordless greeting; him
had old Hagar carried lovingly upon her broad shoulders with her
own papoose when he was no longer than her arm; and she knew his
voice even at that distance, and grinned—grinned and hi
