“Long Tom all alone.”
“Wal, he won’t be long.”
“Why tink so?”
“’Cause here’s as’ll send him whar thar are more. Wal, I will.”
“Send Long Tom where?”
“You’ll see in a minute. But what made ye come down this way alone, Tom? Ye mought ov met some o’ the white men.”
“Damme! wish me had.”
“What would you do?”
“Me do so,” and the savage made a motion with his hands as though he were scalping a person.
“You’ve come a good ways lookin’ fur him, wagh!”