Wahno. No, carabine tue.
Paul. I must operate and take my own likeness too—how debbel I do dat? Can't be ober dar an' here too—I ain't twins. Ugh' ach! 'Top; you look, you Wahnotee; you see dis rag, eh? Well when I say go, den lift dis rag like dis, see! den run to dat pine tree up dar [points, L. U. E.] and back agin, and den pull down de rag so, d'ye see?
Wahno. Hugh!
Paul. Den you hab glass ob rum.
Wahno. Rum!
Paul. Dat wakes him up. Coute Wahnotee in omenee dit go Wahnotee, poina la fa, comb a pine tree, la revieut sala, la fa.
Wahno. Fire-water!
Paul. Yes, den a glass ob fire-water; now den. [Throws mail bags down and sits on them, L. C.] Pret, now den go. [Wahnotee raises apron and runs off, L. U. E. Paul sits for his picture—M'Closky appears from R. U. E.]
M'Closky. Where are they? Ah. yonder goes the Indian!
Paul. De time he gone just 'bout enough to cook dat dish plate.