"All right, Sambo," said I. "I'm all ready. A little air will do me good."
And we moved along.
I forgot to mention that, as he closed the chair door upon me, Memnon handed me back the silver dollar I had given him.
"What is this, Memnon?" said I.
"The dollar you wished me to keep for you, sir," he replied.
"But I intended it for you," said I.
His face flushed.
"I am just as much obliged, sir, but, really, I couldn't, you know. We don't take tips in Olympus, sir."
"Indeed?" said I. "Well—I'm sorry to have offended you, Memnon. I meant it all right. Why didn't you tell me when I gave it you?"
"I should have given you a check for it, sir. I supposed you didn't wish to carry anything so heavy about with you."