"What are they?"
"Money-bags, me bhoy! Made out o' the fut o' the 'Lasky swan, God bless 'em! Mac cahls 'em some haythen name, but everybuddy else cahls 'em illegant money-bags!"
In less than twenty minutes the steamer whistle shrieked. Nig bounded out of the A. C., frantic at the repetition of the insult; other dogs took the quarrel up, and the Ramparts rang.
The Boy followed the Captain out of the A. C. store. All the motley crew that had swarmed off to inspect Minóok, swarmed back upon the Oklahoma. The Boy left the Captain this time, and came briskly over to his friends, who were taking leave of the Colonel.
"So you're all goin' on but me!" said the Colonel very sadly.
The Colonel's pardner stopped short, and looked at the pile of baggage.
"Got your stuff all ready!" he said.
"Yes." The answer was not free from bitterness. "I'll have the pleasure of packin' it back to the shack after you're gone."
"So you were all ready to go off and leave me," said the Boy.