When he caught sight of me, he fell on me drivellin'.
"Look there!" he weeps, showin' me a letter.
I was the last to come in; so I kept that letter--here she is.

I'll read her.
Dear Dutchy:--I suppose you thought I'd flew the coop, but I haven't and this is to prove it.

Pack up your outfit and hit the trail.

I've made the biggest free gold strike you ever see.

I'm sending you specimens.