"Who'd ever think of that?
Why, that's worse than dropping water on his skull till he goes crazy, like them Chinamen do." The Frenchman nodded.

"It's de wors' t'ing I know.

Dat's w'y I lak' to geeve it to my enemy." "Imagine fightin' the little devils till they stung you crazy and pizened your eyes shut!" Gale fell to considering this, while Poleon filled his pipe, and, raising his veil, undertook to smoke.

The pests proved too numerous, however, and forced him to give it up.
"Bagosh! Dey're hongry!" "It will be all right when we get out of the woods," said the elder man.
"I guess you been purty glad for havin' Necia home again, eh ?" ventured the other after a while, unable to avoid any longer the subject uppermost in his mind.
"Yes, I'm glad she's through with her schooling." "She's gettin' purty beeg gal now." "That's right." "By-an'-by she's goin' marry on some feller--w'at ?" "I suppose so.

She ain't the kind to stay single." "Ha! Dat's right, too.