When he's notified, the Bob-cat don't say nothin'; which is satisfactory enough, as thar's nothin' to be said, an' every Osage knows the Bob-cat'll be thar at the drop of the handkerchief if he's alive.
"It so turns out; the Bob-cat's thar as cool as wild plums.

He's dressed in his best blankets an' leggin's; an' his feathers an' gay colours makes him a overwhelmin' match for peacocks.

Thar's a white spot painted over his heart.
"The chief of the Osages, who's present to see jestice done, motions to the Bob-cat, an' that gent steps to a red blanket an' stands on its edge with all the blanket spread in front of him on the grass.

The Bob-cat stands on the edge, as he saveys when he's plugged that he'll fall for'ard on his face.

When a gent gets the gaff for shore, he falls for'ard.