So I hastened to console him and lead him on to forget his mishap in a conversational orgy about cattle and butchery.

We were lying at Acapulco; and, as we went on deck, it happened luckily that the crew were just beginning to hoist some beeves aboard in slings.

Backus's melancholy vanished instantly, and with it the memory of his late mistake.
'Now only look at that!' cried he; 'My goodness, Triangle, what WOULD they say to it in OHIO.

Wouldn't their eyes bug out, to see 'em handled like that ?--wouldn't they, though ?' All the passengers were on deck to look--even the gamblers--and Backus knew them all, and had afflicted them all with his pet topic.

As I moved away, I saw one of the gamblers approach and accost him; then another of them; then the third.