"Ah!" said Ralph, taking the paper and glancing over it. "Your bill of costs. Defending that squaw--eh? You want me to look it over?--Oh yes! quite right. O.K![[1]] all correct! Pay it at once, Paul, and finish the business."
"Ze dollars?" answered Paul. "You give! I pay."
"It's all right, Paul! The account, I mean. But you must pay your own bills, you know--defend your own family. She's your squaw, not mine."
Paul shot a fiery glance from under his gathered brows. "Zis my squaw sister! Done for you!--O.K? Squaw get dollars for fetch back papoose. Easy fetch back."
"What do you mean, Paul? What will be so easy for you to fetch back?" said Ralph wheeling round in his chair.
"Fetch papoose. Got no dollars for pay notaire."
"Man alive! Did I not pay you as I promised?"
"Fifty dollars! O.K! Squaw take papoose for pay. Notaire want sixty-five. Squaw bring back papoose. Get two hundred dollars. Pay notaire. O.K.!"
"Come now, Paul!" cried Ralph, not over well pleased, yet with a business man's pleasure in a bit of smartness, even when it told against himself. "You've euchred me, I allow it. But don't draw the string too tight in case it breaks. What do you want?"
"Two hundred dollars," said Paul.