THE HERITAGE OF THE SIOUX
it. It's supposed to be a mourning song, as Luck explains it. But don't pay any attention to her at all. She just does it to get on our nerves. It'd tickle her to death if she thought it made us nervous."
"And now the dog is joining in on the chorus! I must say they're a cheerful pair to have around the house. And I know one thing—if they keep that up much longer, I'll either get out there with a gun, or saddle up and follow the boys."
"They'd tease us to death, Jean, if we let Annie run us out."
"It's run or be run," Jean retorted irritatedly. "I wanted to write poetry today—I thought of an awfully striking sentence about the—for heaven's sake, where's a shotgun?"
"Jean, you wouldn't!" Rosemary, I may here explain, was very femininely afraid of guns. "She'd—why, there's no telling what she might do! Luck says she carries a knife."
"What if she does? She ought to carry a few bird-shot, too. She's got nothing to mourn about—nobody's died, has there?"
"Hiu-hiu-hia-a-a-ah! Hia-a-a-a-ah!" wailed
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