 You take that gun and run for the hills and you'd be surprised how clever the Irish brother got when he realized what the Indian was. As a matter of fact, he got so clever, the Irishman came to the great white father and said, great white father, I cannot be your Indian no more. The great white father cussed him and called him a bunch of bad names. He said, I don't care what you call me, white man, me Irishman will not be your Indian no more.