"No!" And the no rumbled off in muttered oaths like thunder out on the
Gulf. The incensed old Colonel wheeled and started off.
"Curl!" (Colonel) said Charlie, standing up unsteadily.
The planter turned with an inquiring frown.
"I'll trade with you!" said Charlie.
The Colonel was tempted. "'Ow'l you trade?" he asked.
"My house for yours!"
The old Colonel turned pale with anger. He walked very quickly back, and came close up to his kinsman.
"Charlie!" he said.
"Injin Charlie,"—with a tipsy nod.
But by this time self-control was returning. "Sell Belles Demoiselles to you?" he said in a high key, and then laughed "Ho, ho, ho!" and rode away.