“‘Tom Shiva,’ he say, ‘you ver’ good man.’
“‘Skip’ Jim,’ I say, ‘I have love you ver’ much.’
“‘Oh, Tom Shiva,’ thee beeg fool say, ‘I am thank you ver’ hard.’
“‘Oh yess, Skip’ Jim,’ I say, ‘I am love you ver’, ver’ much.’
“He shake my han’.
“‘I am love you ver’ much, Skip’ Jim,’ I say, ’an’ I am ver’ good man.’
“My han’ it pinch me ver’ sore, Skip’ Jim shake it so hard with thee beeg, black han’ he have. Thee han’ of thee feesherman is ver’, ver’ beeg, ver’ strong. Thee ver’ hard work make it ver’ beeg an’ strong.
“‘Skip’ Jim,’ I say, ‘I am poor man. But not ver’ poor. I am have leet-tle money. I am wish thee help to you. I am buy thee spoil’ gold.’
“‘Buy thee gold?’ he say. ‘Oh, Tom Shiva. All spoil’. Look! All melt. Thee gold no good no more.’
“‘I am buy thee gold from you,’ I say, ‘Skip’ Jim, my friend.’