They'll go through here like a twelve-inch shot." "You alle same tell cop ?" grinned Chow, green hatred showing through his skin.

"Then I tell evelybody about you fliend in there." "Do just as you please about that," retorted Dave with pretended carelessness.

"For one thing, you don't know his name." "Oh, yes, I do," swaggered Chow impudently.

"Know heap 'bout him.

His name alle same Pen'ton." Seizing a marking brush and a piece of paper, Chow Hop quickly wrote out Pennington's name, correctly spelled.