You're trating me most royal indade! It's away beyond all I'd be expecting.
Sivinteen cints would be a big price for that job.

It must be looked into thorough.

Just you wait here until I do a minute's turn in the swamp, and then I'll be eschorting you out of the clearing and giving you the answer." Freckles lifted the overhanging bushes and hurried to the case.

He unslung the specimen-box and laid it inside with his hatchet and revolver.

He slipped the key in his pocket and went back to Wessner.
"Now for the answer," he said.