"See, Golemar?
What I say to you?
He wait up for Ba'teese.

_Bon_! Now--_alert, mon ami_! The pencil and the paper!" He slumped into a chair and dived into a pocket of his red shirt, to bring forth a mass of scribbled sheets, to stare at them, striving studiously to make out the writing.
"Ba'teese, he put eet down by a match in the shelter of a lumber pile," came at last.

"Eet is all, what-you-say, scramble up.

But we shall see--ah, _oui_--we shall see.

Now," he looked toward Houston, waiting anxiously with paper and pencil, "we shall put eet in the list.