"I'll find Burton," fumed Wily Bill, "and I'll tell him yuh've stole that there paper off me."
"Den you vill be telling Purton vat ain'd so."
The "barker" took a step forward.
"Yuh goin' to give me that?" he shouted.
"Say," answered Carl, with a happy thought, "you tell me vat iss in der ledder, den oof it agrees mit vat iss dere you prove he belong mit you, und I gif him oop. Oddervise, nod. Hey?"
"Oh, you fall off the earth!" growled Wily Bill. "I don't have to tell what's in the letter in order to prove it's mine, see? Fork over."
Carl had thought he might get Wily Bill to translate the "hen tracks," but the "barker" either could not or would not.
"You und me don'd agree on dot," said Carl stoutly. "You tell me vat iss in der ledder, oder you don'd get him. Dot's all aboudt it."
"Look here," and Wily Bill made a threatening gesture with his clinched fist, "pass that over or I'll push yer face inter yer back hair. Now, then. Cough up or take the consequences."
"I dradder fighdt as eat some meals!" whooped Carl. "Come on vonce, oof dot's der game. Hit me in der eye! Dot geds my madt oop kevicker as anyt'ing, und I fighdt pedder der madder vat I ged. Eider eye, it machts nichts aus. Blease!"