"Oh, velly good, velly good!" answered the Celestial hurriedly, backing off a little, his face yellowish white.
"Vele," said Schlitzenheimer, holding up a glass of beer; "here vos goot health to der smardest tog vot effer vos."
"Drink hearty," said Boxer; and, with the exception of Frank and Bart, all swallowed their drinks. Not wishing anything to drink, and still desiring to join in so that the saloon-keeper might not be offended, Frank and Bart had taken cigars, which they slipped into their pockets.
"Dot tog peen der vonder der vorld uf," said Schlitzenheimer, gazing admiringly at Boxer. "Vot vill you soldt him vor?"
"There's not enough money in Arizona to buy him from me," answered Frank at once.
"You know a good thing when you see it," chuckled the dog.
"Vos there anything exception talk vot he can do?" asked Fritz.
"Lots of things," answered Merry. "He can play cards."
"Beenuckle?" asked the Dutchman.