“Oh, you’ve got a nigger for a scout,” Dixon said. “No wonder you’re lost.” “We ain’t lost,” Call said, annoyed suddenly, “and that black man could track you across the coals of hell.” “And bring you back on a pitchfork, if we asked him to,” Augustus added. “What makes you think you can say things like that to us?” Captain Weaver said, flushing with anger. “Ain’t it still a free country?” Augustus asked. “Who asked you to ride up and insult our scout?”
