Tom cut in brusquely. "You won't buy anything here. Don't tell us your troubles. We've got enough of our own, and poverty ain't among the number."
"W'at trouble you got, eh? Me, I'm de trouble man. Mebbe I fix 'em."
Sourly the partners explained their difficulty. When 'Poleon understood he smiled again, more widely.
"Good! I mak' bargain wit' you, queeck. Me, I'm pilot of de bes' an' I tak' your boat t'rough for dose lemon'."
The elderly men sat up; they exchanged startled glances.
"D'you mean it?"
"I'm goin' have dose lemon'."
"Can't you buy any in the saloons?"
"No. Wal, w'at you say?"
Tom inquired of his partner, "Reckon you can get along without 'em,
Jerry?"