"Me Lejaub? Halo, no, I give you pretty young squaw, that not like Lejaub. You give me one hundred dolla, see."
Quin sighed and opened his mouth.
"I give it. How you do it, Annie?"
"Now she hate Pete, him pelton," said the witch; "he beat her, kick her knee, kick her back, kick her belly too, and tear up si'k in tenas bits, Mr. Quin. She cly like any papoose, she scleam and make gleat latlah. He tear up si'k and tear her dless, now she half-naked on the floo'. That bad, and she pretty and say Mr. Quin give me dless, kloshe Mr. Quin. She love you, she tikegh mika, cly kahkwa the si'k yours. You come: she go with you. I make so no one know tings, if you take her yo' house."
His house was on the hill above them. There he lived with not a soul but his Chinese boy.
"How you make no one know?" he asked.
"Kloshe, I do it," said Annie. "I say to Pete she say to me she lun away, and not come back, eh?"
But as Quin explained to her, the first person Pete would think of would be the man who had given her the dress.
"Oh, ya, I know," said Annie. "Kloshe; I very clever klootchman, I know evelything. She lun away with Shipman Jack this very day and came tell me so I tell Pete. How that do, Mr. Quin? You tink, eh?"
But Quin was doubtful. Annie urged her scheme on him and still drew him further down the road.