Ye've been sold ag'in.

Take a squint, ef ye please!" Colonel Clark, with his hands crossed behind him, his face thoughtfully contracted, was walking slowly to and fro a little way off.

He turned about when Oncle Jazon spoke.
"What now, Jazon ?" "A mighty heap right now, that's what; come yer an' let me show ye.

Yer a fine sort o' eejit, now ain't ye!" The two men walked toward each other and met.

Oncle Jazon held up the scalp with one hand, pointing at it with the index finger of the other.
"This here scalp come off'n Rene de Ronville's head." "And who is he ?" "Who's he?
Ye may well ax thet.