"You want to buy her?"
"I don't know,"—(shrug),—"may_be_,—if you sell it cheap."
"She's a bully old house."
There was a long silence. By and by old Charlies commenced—
"Old Injin Charlie is a low-down dog."
"C'est vrai, oui!" retorted the Colonel in an undertone.
"He's got Injin blood in him."
"But he's got some blame good blood, too, ain't it?"
The Colonel nodded impatiently.
"Bien! Old Charlie's Injin blood says, 'sell de house, Charlie, you blame old fool!' Mais, old Charlie's good blood says, 'Charlie! if you sell dat old house, Charlie, you low-down old dog, Charlie, what de Compte De Charleu make for you grace-gran'muzzer, de dev' can eat you, Charlie, I don't care.'"