The dandy lowered his Snider, and breath came more easily to the chests of all who composed the picture.
"Me good fella boy," the dandy piped, half bird-like and half elf.
"You big fella fool too much," Van Horn retorted harshly, dropping his gun into the stern-sheets, motioning to rowers and steersman to turn the boat around, and puffing his cigar as carelessly casual as if, the moment before, life and death had not been the debate.
"My word," he went on with fine irritable assumption.

"What name you stick 'm gun along me?
Me no kai-kai (eat) along you.

Me kai-kai along you, stomach belong me walk about.

You kai-kai along me, stomach belong you walk about.

You no like 'm kai-kai Su'u boy belong along you?
Su'u boy belong you all the same brother along you.