Always litee, litee on
shirt allee time. (Pointing to tail of his blouse, and imitating
writing with finger.) Alexandlee Molton. Melican man tellee me--
shirt say Alexandlee Molton--shabbee?
Concho. Bueno! Excellent John. Good John. His linen marked
Alexander Morton. The proofs are gathering! (crosses to C.)--the
letter I found in his pack, addressed to Alexander Morton, Poker
Flat, which first put me on his track; the story of his wife's
infidelity, and her flight with his partner to red Gulch, the
quarrel and fight that separated them, his flight to San Jose, his
wanderings to the mission of San Carmel, to the rancho of the Holy
Fisherman. The record is complete!
Hop Sing. Alexandlee Molton--
Concho (hurriedly returning to HOP SING). Yes! good John; yes,
good John--go on. Alexander Morton--
Hop Sing. Alexandlee Molton. Me washee shirt, Alexandlee Molton;
he no pay washee. Me washee flowty dozen hep--four bittie dozen--
twenty dollar hep. Alexandlee Molton no payee. He say, "Go to
hellee!" You pay me (extending his hand).
Concho. Car--! (checking himself). Poco tiempo, John! In good
time, John. Forty dollar--yes. Fifty dollar! Tomorrow, John.
Hop Sing. Me no likee "to-mollow!" Me no likee "nex time, John!"
Allee time Melican man say, "Chalkee up, John," "No smallee change,
John,"--umph. Plenty foolee me!
Concho. You shall have your money, John; but go now--you
comprehend.
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