"Come on, you tarnal Mingo,
I'll make you walk your chalks;
D'ye think I care, by jingo!
For all yer tomahawks!
I'm more of Salamander
And less of mortal man:
You cannot shake my dander,
I'm a rale American!"
At the opening he paused, and looked back at Talbot's pale face.
"Did you ever hear the death-song of Mullins Bryan?" he asked.
"No," said Talbot.
"H'm! I suppose not," said Brooke.
He then went down, and Talbot followed.