“W'y de bloke wot brought us up here.”
Den she gives me de old gaserline smile and sez:
“Ah, fergit it.”
“I won't fergit it, an' wot do ver tink uv dat?” sez I.
“Well, try an' fergit it,” sez she.
Dat took all de asbestos out uv me fer a minnit, so I sez:
“All rite me old bundle, I'll put de kibosh on you w'en we git back ter de Reservation.”
By this time she wuz gittin' kinder used ter de lights, an' I could see she wuz gittin' fresh. So I t'ought dat maybe I'd hev ter hand her wun just ter keep her in her place, w'en we pulled up in frunt uv er big joint.
“Wot dump is dis?” sez Slats.
“Dis is er hotel,” sez he.