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Updated: October 29, 2025
The long glasses and bottle capsized, rolled to the floor, and smashed, the crash of glass mingling with her clamour. "What foh?" yelled Feng, in a fury. "Jim Kli, dam chickum spoiley icey dlink. Hiyu no good all same son of a gun! S'pose me catch him, ling him neck!" And he darted after the hen, on vengeance bent. But Casey caught him by the collar. "Never mind, Feng.
"Him stop along gal tenas klootchman, you savvy. Go walkee along gal. P'laps, bimeby, two, tlee hou', him come back." Simon grunted gutturally. "Ya-as," he drawled. "Hiyu lich gal," Feng proceeded. "Have hiyu dolla'. You bet. She one hiyu dam' plitty gal, savvy?" "Hush!" Clyde whispered, as Casey would have put an end to this risky eavesdropping. "I didn't think that Feng had such good taste.
"Hey, you, Feng!" Casey cried, to a white-aproned, grinning Chinaman, "you catch two ice drink quick hiyu ice, you savvy! Catch claret wine, catch cracker, catch cake. Missy hiyu dry, hiyu hungry. Get a hustle on you, now!" Feng, understanding perfectly the curious mixture of pidgin and Chinook, vanished soft-footed. They entered the living room of the bungalow.
You Siwashes are spoiled by people who don't know any better than to pay what you ask. That's all you'll get from me. Your time's worth nothing, and your cayuses rustle for themselves." And Simon accepted this ultimatum with resignation. "All right," said he. "You my tillikum; Tom my tillikum. S'pose you catch hiyu grubstake."
Old Simon rode slowly along the ditch until he came to where Sandy McCrae was working. "Hello, Simon!" said the latter carelessly. "How you makin' it this morning? You keeping skookum?" "Ah-ha!" Simon responded gutturally. "Skookum, you?" "You bet," Sandy replied. "Hiyu skookum me." He leaned on his shovel for a moment, stretching his young, sinewy body, grinning at the Indian.
His face was expressionless, but his eyes, black, watchful, were curiously alert. "What foh you come, Injun?" Feng demanded. "Wantee glub? Injun all time hiyu eat, all same hobo tlamp. S'pose you hungly me catch some muckamuck. Catch piecee blead, catch col' loast beef loast moosmoos!" "You catchum," Simon agreed. "Casey where him stop?" "Casey!" Feng's features expanded in a grin.
His oblique, black eyes softened with affectionate pride. "Plitty fine kid, Bill, hiyu wawa." "For the little Sun Loon," repeated Uncle Bill gravely. "And hang on as long as you can." Then he shook hands with Toy and divided the matches. The old Chinaman turned his face to the wall of the tent and lay quite still as the two went out and tied the flap securely behind them.
"Halo cuss word no bad word no. D-a-m, 'dam. Oh, Lord, the alphabet's wasted on him, of course. What's Siwash for dam, Keeler?" "Search me," said Keeler; "but 'pence' is Chinook for fence, and 'chuck' means water. Try him with that." And Farwell tried again. "Now, see, Simon! Last night hiyu cultus man come. Bring dynamite hiyu skookum powder. Put um in dam in chuck pence. Set um off.
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