Mr.Gledware sobbed and gasped and choked,swearing that he would keep his word,and assuring us that,if he broke it,death would be too good for him.But what he will do when he thinks him-self safe--that's another thing!I know his life is as secure as mine,if he is true to his promise.But if he breaks it--well,we know Red Feather!Do you think Mr.
Gledware will keep his word?Or will he wait to see whether or not Red Kimball rids him of the Indian?I believe he'll be afraid to wait.But as soon as he's calm,it will be like death for him to give up all he owns.That will mean giving up Annabel,too.
It hasn't been an hour since I came back to my room.When Red Feather slipped away,the only thing I asked Mr.Gledware was my mother's maiden name,and the place where her people lived.I'm going to leave here in the morning.I'm coming back where there's room enough to turn around in,and air enough to breathe,where men speak the truth because they don't care who's who,and shoot quick and straight when they have to.I'm coming back where money's mighty scarce and love's as free and boundless as Heaven,where good books are few and true hearts are many.Yes,I'm coming back to the West,and if the winds don't blow all the sand away,under the sand I expect to be buried.But I want to live until I'm buried.People have made the big world as it is,--well they are welcome to it;but God has made the cove as it is,and it's for Me and Brick and Bill.
Good night.Lahoma.
Just the three of us:just Me and Brick and Bill:ONE-TWO-THREE!There's oceans of room out in the big world for everything and everybody.
But in the cove,there's room just for Me And Brick And Bill.