"But, Antoine," Billy explained, "that was a game."
"A game, Beely, you call that game, do you, when you scare ole Antoine out his wit? Game, hey?"
"I knew Hero wouldn't hurt you, Antoine; he's a nice, kind dog, and he wouldn't bite a mosquito."
Antoine shook his head and made a downward motion with his hands.
"That's all right for you, Beely, but how did Antoine know the dog she wouldn't bite one moskeet? When I see his mouth, I say to myself, Antoine, he swallow you sure, and then I call my friend Beely."
"But I was a steamboat then," protested Billy, "and, anyway, I came after you, didn't I?"
"Yes, Beely, I find you out in the wood some day, big black bear after you. Beely call ole Antoine, and ole Antoine he play steamboat, hey, Beely? How you like that?"