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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 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.

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

"A man should know them things," Sam said.

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."

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

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

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

Sam's voice stopped her. It was icy cold as he made probably the longest speech he ever made in his life. "I don't know nothin' about your religion, ma'am, nor do I mind how you believe. All I do know is you're two thousand miles from Virginia an' you took my ten dollars to teach my boy the same as you took the money from ever'body else at the meetin' in the general store. If you're not goin' to learn him the way you agreed, you better take the next stage back East."

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

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

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.

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

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

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?"

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

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.

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

"A man should know them things," Sam said.

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?"

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

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.

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