The friar seated himself. "I see you are not an Englishman, my friend."
"No, indeed, I'm American, lock, stock, and barrel."
"I thought as much from your accent."
"My accent!"
"Yes. Your manner of speaking English is quite different from that to which I have been accustomed."
"I speak good old United States," Brown said, warmly.
Padre Osuna laughed. "I have met occasionally sea-faring men here and trappers of your nationality."
"I reckon they do slop over into this country. I wish more of them would come. But we are a long way off when we are at home."
"Did you come here as a trapper or as a sailor?"
"Nary trapper; nary sailor. I'm here on the proposition of big game huntin'."