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"You're goin'," Sam said, roaring suddenly. "I already made arrangements. You can sleep in the back of Olsen's Livery Stable durin' the week."

Sam stared at her. "He's my son, ma'am."

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

Kaneha wasn't quite sure she understood what her husband was saying. "What is this?" she asked in Kiowa.

Kaneha wasn't quite sure she understood what her husband was saying. "What is this?" she asked in Kiowa.

The teacher curled her lip cuttingly. "We don't take half-breeds in this school, either. This school is for white children only." She began to turn her back.

The teacher looked at him, then at Max, then around the yard in front of the school cabin. "Where is he?" she asked in a puzzled voice.

"Times is different now," Sam said. "When I was a boy, there warn't no need for such things. Now ever'thing is readin' or writin' "

The teacher stared at him indignantly. "Mr. Sand, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you think the parents of the other children would want them to attend school with your son?"

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

Now Max felt it was time for him to speak. "What fer?"

Sam pushed Max forward. Max stumbled slightly and looked up at the teacher. "Say howdy to yer teacher," Sam said.

This was enough reason for Kaneha. "He will go," she said simply. Big knowledge meant big medicine. She went back to her stove.

The teacher stared at him indignantly. "Mr. Sand, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you think the parents of the other children would want them to attend school with your son?"

The teacher stared at him indignantly. "Mr. Sand, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you think the parents of the other children would want them to attend school with your son?"

The teacher looked down at him in stunned surprise. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Why, he's an Indian" she cried. "We don't take Indians in this school."

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

The teacher looked at him, then at Max, then around the yard in front of the school cabin. "Where is he?" she asked in a puzzled voice.

Max looked up at his father as Kaneha came to the table from the stove. He didn't know whether he was supposed to speak or not. He kept eating silently.

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

"Good mornin', ma'am. I brought my son to school."

"Good morning, Mr. Sand," she said.

"They were all at that meetin'," Sam said. "I didn't hear none of them say no."

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