"You bet your gum boots Aye bring her. She's svell, ant she, Bill? She's yust some svell like white voman." "Who's this?" queried one of Petersen's companions. "Ponatah. She's jung sqvaw. Aye got eyes on dat chicken long tam now." The burly mail-man laughed loudly and slapped his friend on the shoulder. Mr. Hyde appeared to share in the general good nature.