Let us to them at once!" "Oui, oui! bien, Monsieur Capitaine," said Gode, hurrying in with a multitude of viands. The "Canadien" was always in his element when there was plenty to cook and eat. The coffee and tortillas were the labours of the pueblo, in the preparation of which viands he was Gode's master.
If I mistake not, Gode's experience will confirm what I have said. Eh, voyageur?" "C'est vrai, monsieur. I vas prisonnier in le nation; not Navagh, but l'Apache moch de same pour tree mons. I have les sauvages seen manger eat one deux tree tree enfants rotis, like hump rib of de buffles. C'est vrai, messieurs, c'est vrai."
In fact, with all their propinquity to this place, there is little known about them. Few who have visited their towns have had Gode's luck to get away again. No man of these parts ever ventures across the western Sierras." "And how came you, Monsieur Gode, to save your scalp?" "Pourquoi, monsieur, je n'ai pas.
"Ha, ha, ha! so does mine; but Gode's gone for medicine. Hair of the dog good for the bite. Come, jump up!" "Wait till I get a dose of your medicine." "True; you will feel better then. I say, city life don't agree with us, eh?" "You call this a city, do you?"