The Russ standing by
Turned his glance upon me.
(For the Jap's pile was high.)
And he hissed, "Shall this be?
Must I have this smart Jap for a neighbour?
Shall he clear out the Heathen Chinee?"
Swarthy François looked glum,
Ginger Hans rubbed his chin:
But I smoked and stood mum,
As the Jap raked the tin.