“Look like what?” sez he.
“Like a old toper who carrys round whiskey and a pipe?” Sez I, “I never drink a drop stronger than coffee, half cream, and I never smoked a pipe in my life, only once I smoked a little mullen for asthma.”
He felt ashamed, jest as I wanted him to. He see the power of principle, and he didn’t hardly touch my things.
Wall, it wuz no wonder that Josiah worried some. These things were new to us. He and I wuz, as you may say, the only students and novices in travellin’ in the hull party, for Al Faizi had been everywhere, his conversation wuz enriched by allusions to every land.
And Alice had been to Paris to school for three years. And Martin had took her over and went after her. He often spoke of his familiarity with foreign life and the exhaustive study he had made in foreign fields. “There wuz little left for him to see,” he claimed.
He had took Alice over and went after her, but went with lightnin’ speed only when he wuz bed-sick. So Alice told me with her own lips.
He boasted a sight of his intimacy with foreign ways and customs.
Wall, did it not seem good to set our feet on land once more! But I wuz almost ashamed to see the way my pardner reeled round, for he acted for all the world as if he had been a-drinkin’. I wuz jest a-goin’ to mention it to him when he whispered to me—
“Hang on to me, Samantha,” sez he; “I will never tell on’t in the world.”
“Tell of what?” sez I, as I made a effort to stand up straight and strong.