"Come on, we take the train going the other way, Bill," he said, as the mate waved his hand.
"Shuah, shuah. Good-bye, cap——He was all right, Sanders; dat yacht feller was all toe de good. I ain't got but one t'ing agin' him."
"What's that?" asked Captain Sanders.
"Well—er—er, well, I cayn't hab de highest regyard fo' his—well, sah, I don't know jest how toe say it, but he sho' never ought toe been dun up by dem Chinks—dat's all."
He put his hand into his pocket and drew forth two handsomely braided queues.
"Yo' see dese heah? Well, I'se gwine toe make a nice dog-whip ob dem fo' mah little boy Will toe play wif." And he stroked their satin length approvingly as he boarded the cars for home.
The Edge of the Roncador