Cap'n, shake hands with Mr.Colton of New York.' We shook, and I cal'late I'd ought to have kept that hand in a glass case ever since.
But, somehow or other, I ain't." "What sort of a chap is Colton ?" I asked.
"Oh, all right of his kind, I guess.

In amongst a gang of high financers like himself he'd size up as a pretty good sport, I shouldn't wonder.
And he was polite enough to me, I suppose.

But, darn him, I didn't like the way he looked at me! He looked as if--as if--well, I can't tell you how he looked." "You don't need to," I said, brusquely.

"I know." "You do, hey?
He ain't looked at you, has he?
No, course he ain't! You said you hadn't met him." "I've met others of his kind." "Yes.

Well, I'm a hayseed and I know it.