"No give ’em, me—heap like ’em—big medicine, sick. Me all time heap sick." By his gestures he indicated that his body was suffering for the medicine. "Wayno medicine," he continued. "Pretty soon, more fire-water, catch ’em. Pretty soon—maybe so—no sick." Incoherently he tried to explain that the drink would cure him at once. If not, then pretty soon he would be very ill. Even at a moment like this Nick could not resist the temptation to tease the Chief. He poured out some whiskey, Tabywana tried to reach it, but Nick lifted the glass and drank it. The sight of it maddened Tabywana: with his two fists he struck the bar and gave vent to his rage in a loud voice. Cash saw it was time to finish the business. He put his arm about Tabywana, while he directed Nick to give the Indian the bottle. "It’s agin the law to give you whiskey, Chief. ’Tain’t every one’s got the nerve to treat you like a white man." By this time he was holding the bottle high up in the air. "But there ain’t no one hereabouts goin’ to question any trade I make. Every man has an inalienable right—say, ’inalienable’s’ great, Chief—that’s good medicine," he translated—"inalienable right to git drunk if he wants to, and I’m agoin’ to protect you in your rights." He held the paper close to Tabywana; he lowered his voice. "Now just put your mark to that paper and you get this bottleful and the time of your life." The words were accompanied with explanatory gestures so that Tabywana could understand. The Indian tried to reach the bottle. Then he saw the paper; he took hold of the pen and bent over it. As he did so a girl’s figure slid in between him and Cash, and the bottle went smashing out of Cash Hawkins’s hand up against the bottles and glasses on the shelf at the back of the bar. There was a crash of breaking glass and a snarling curse from Hawkins. Tabywana stood dazed for a moment at the sight of Nat-u-ritch, who silently faced him and Hawkins. He made a sweeping gesture of fury, and attempted to strike Nat-u-ritch, but she cleverly dodged him. The force of the unarrested blow carried Tabywana against a table, he stumbled into a chair, made an attempt to rise, but, after a desperate effort, fell back in a drunken stupor, oblivious to his surroundings. The sudden burst of anger was the natural climax to days of dissipation. The crash of the glasses and the sudden entrance of the girl attracted the attention of the gamblers. Some of them, scenting a fracas, stopped playing; others merely looked up, and then went on with the game. What did an Indian, male or female, matter to them? Cash propped himself up against the bar. For the first time he really was brought within close range of Nat-u-ritch. Silent and immovable she stood, guarding the sunken form of her father. Her head was erect and she looked her contempt and scorn full in Hawkins’s face. In her hands she held the fallen blanket of her father.