"He raised up the piece of wrapping paper.
"'You savvy Jose Garcia's store at San Salvador?'
"(I should say I did, Okewood. He was the swine that jugged me over his rotten bill!)
"'Dis from Garcia's store! You see de name printed on it?'
"Finally he picked up the cigar-box and opening it displayed a row of mouldy cigars with a yellow band.
"'Black Pablo!' he said.
"'How do you mean, Dutchey?' I asked.
"'Dere ain't but the one man in San Salvador smoke dese ceegyars,' he answered, 'and dat's Black Pablo. Jose Garcia smuggles dem in express for him. Dis sure is fonny!'
"He broke into a fit of laughter, dribbling a good deal.
"'Dis um de l'il island!' he exclaimed and went off again.