“Then why don’t this map give it right? Is it the plan of our map-makers to bamboozle the American patriot? Let us turn to Cuba. Ah! here is that San Jew-an they are talking so much about.”
“Will you allow me to say that the name is pronounced San Wan?” softly observed the man on the left.
“By whom, sir?”
“By everybody.”
“I deny it, sir!” exclaimed the fat man. “If J-u-a-n don’t spell ‘Juan’ then I can’t read. If I am wrong then why don’t this map set me right? Is it the idea to mix up the American patriot until he can’t tell whether he’s in Cuba or the United States?”
“Where is that Ci-en-fue-gos I’ve read about?”
“Do you wish for the correct pronunciation of that name?” asked a man on the other side of the car.
“Haven’t I got it?”
“Not exactly, sir.”
“Then let her slide. The men who got out this map ought to be indicted for swindling. Maybe I’m wrong in calling it Ma-tan-zas?”