After she left us, the Kanaka went over to the blind men's table, and, check-pad in hand, ran her eye over the truffles, beer, chicken, beefsteak, wine and whiskey, and made out her check.
"Four dollars, six bits," she announced.
There was a silence, not one of the blind men moved.
"Watch now," said Leander.
"Four, six bits," repeated the Kanaka, her hand on her hip.
Still none of the blind men moved.
"Vail, den," cried the Dutchman, "vich von you two vellars has dose money, pay oop. Fier thalers und sax beets."
"I haven't it," exclaimed the lavender man, "Jim has it," he added, turning to the Indian.
"No have got, no have got," grunted the Indian. "You have got, you or Charley."
I looked at Leander.