'Well, sir,' said Arizona, 'he hez bin in Texas and in Arizona, and he understands things.'
Bertie turned away.
'He understands—what?'
'Us, I reckon,' said Arizona simply.
'Thanks,' said Bertie, and he went to the second officer's room, and tapped at the door. Forder opened to him, for he was reading.
'Yes,' he said, 'what is it?'
If he spoke without any audible tone of respect, it was only what Bertie looked for.
'I'm sorry we had that trouble the other day,' said the owner's son. 'I've had a talk with Arizona.'
'Don't mention it,' said Forder. 'It's a beautiful night, Mr. Fortescue.'
'It is,' said Bertie. 'Good night, Mr. Forder.'