"Did you ever read those stories about a red Indian chief called Ching something?" said Chippendale. "I forget his name, but the thing I remember about him is that he never let a twig snap beneath his feet, and that's what I strongly advise you to do. Don't go saying to yourself that anyone as fatheaded as Simms is bound to be hard of hearing, because I happen to know he's not. Only the other day when he was throwing his weight about at the Goose and Gander I alluded to him, speaking to a friend in a quiet undertone, as an overbearing piece of cheese, and he overheard and made quite a thing of it. He'll be right on the key veeve if you start snapping twigs, so watch your step. Chingachgook, that was the name of that Indian chief, though I admit it doesn't seem likely. Well, I ask you. Imagine if you were having your baby christened at the church here and when the vicar said, 'Name this child' you said 'Chingachgook.' He'd send for Constable Simms and have you run in for drunk and disorderly. And now we've got back to the subject of Simms, bear in mind that he tips the scale at about sixteen stone, so you'll have to give him a good hard push. Get every ounce of weight and muscle into it."
And with a cheery "Chingachgook" Chippendale went on his way, leaving Crispin to his thoughts.
(from The Girl in Blue, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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