I hopes that puff-eyed marshal will pick out that hump with th' chip on it," and he hugged himself in anticipation. He then cut down a sapling and fastened it to the roof and on it he tied his neckerchief, which fluttered valiantly and with defiance in the light breeze. "I shore hopes they appreciates that," he remarked whimsically, as he went inside the hut and closed the door.