Ah, _oui_.

Eet is, what-you-say, the swollen chance! M'sieu Houston shall bid lower than--" "How, Ba'tiste ?" Houston asked the question with a dullness that caused the aged trapper to turn almost angrily upon him.
"How?
Is eet putty that you are made of?
Is eet--but no, Ba'teese, he, what-you-say, misplace his head.

You think there is no chance, eh?
Mebbe not.

Me'bbe--" "I found a copy of that contract in our files.

The clerk I had in the office was in the conspiracy.