"Yaw, as I sees, but when my visitor brings von pig pear mit him, I vish he leaf him inside de out doors."
"He didn't bring him, uncle; the bear came himself, and this gentleman rushed in to prevent him from killing me."
"Oh, yaw, and got killed himself. I ish glad to see you," said Hans, advancing and offering his hand; "dis ish your gun vat I picks up."
"It looks like the critter," said Colonel Crockett, advancing and taking his weapon. "I see'd I couldn't make no use of it, so I dropped it and sailed in with my Bowie, and ef it hadn't been fur Katrina here, it would have been the last of old Davy Crockett."
Hans Bungslager stopped and looked at the hunter with a curious expression.
"What your name ish?"
"Colonel Davy Crockett."
"From Tennessee?"
"Exactly."
The Dutchman burst into a laugh that nearly shook him to pieces.