"He can play, that feller."
"I'll bet he can. He handles her as if he knew her."
"You bet your life.—Tune up, Cap."
Williams came from the obscurity somewhere, and looked over the shoulders of the men.
"Down in front," somebody called, and the men took seats on the benches, leaving Field standing with the violin in hand. He smiled around upon them in a frank, pleased way, quite ready to show his skill. He played "Annie Laurie," and a storm of applause broke out.
"Hoo-ray! Bully for you!"
"Sam, you're out of it."
"Sam, your name is Mud."
"Give us another, Cap."
"It ain't the same fiddle."