"Give me some of that wine. Darn your black skin, what do I keep you for?"
"You don't keep me, sah!" replied the negro.
"Don't I, by gosh? It's me, and fellows like me, that keep this saloon a-going, and that keeps you."
Pete made no reply, but opened a new bottle and handed the gambler a glass of the sparkling wine.
"Going to play some more, stranger?" asked Dan.
"I may and I may not. As I feel at present I shall look on," replied Mr. Smith.
"How long have you been in this country?" continued Dan.
"All my life."
"Hy?"
"I was born here."