"Your statement is wild—"
"No; but they're wild. I seen 'em. Bein' extremely bee-utiful I approached nearer, but they hove rocks at me, they did, an' they run into the rocks like squir'ls, they did, an' I was too much on the blink to stick around whistlin' for dearie.
"But I seen 'em; they was all dolled up in the skins of wild annermals. When I see the first one she was eatin' onto a ear of corn, an' I nearly ketched her, but she run like hellnall—yes, sir. Just like that.
"So next I looked for some cave guy to waltz up an' paste me, but no. An' after I had went through them dam' Coquina mountains I realized that there was nary a guy left in this here expirin' race, only women, an' only about a dozen o' them."
He ceased, meditatively expelled a cloud of pungent smoke, and folded his arms.
"Of course," said I with a sneer, "you have proofs to back your pleasant tale?"
"Sure. I made a map."
"I see," said I sarcastically. "You propose to have me pay you for that map?"
"Sure."
"How much, my confiding friend?"