Scalp all sound, eh?
Didn' lose your back-hair?
By George! he! he! he!" And he began to show symptoms of dancing, as he sang: "John Brown, he had a little Injun; John Brown, he had a little Injun; Dave Sawney had a little Injun; One little Injun gal! "Yah! yah! Well, well, Mr.Shawnee, glad to see you back." "Looky hyer.

Mister Wes'cott," said Dave, growing red, "you're a-makin' a little too free." "Oh! the Shawnee chief shouldn' git mad.

He! he! by George! wouldn' git mad fer ten thousand dollars.

I wouldn', by George! you know! he! he! Ef I was worth ten thousand dollars live weight, bide and tallow throw'd in, I would--" "See here, mister," said Dave, rising, "maybe, you'd like to walk out to some retired place, and hev your hide thrashed tell 'twouldn' hold shucks?
Eh ?" "I beg pardon," said Westcott, a little frightened, "didn' mean no harm, you know, Mr.Sawney.

All's fair in war, especially when it's a war for the fair.