I asked him flat out, but he only laughed, and he isn't the sort of man you get very friendly with, some say he has Indian blood in him, so I dropped it.

He and the Judge seem pretty thick, and they may be playing in their rooms." "Have you ever told the planter who the other man is ?" "What, me, told him?
Well, hardly; I've got troubles enough of my own.
Beaucaire is of age, I reckon, and they tell me he is some poker player himself.

The chances are he knows Kirby better than I do; besides I've run this river too long to interfere with my passengers.

See you again before we leave; am going up now to have a talk with the Major." My eyes followed as he disappeared within the open gates, a squatty, strongly-built figure, the blue smoke from his pipe circling in a cloud above his head.

Then I turned idly to gaze once again down the river, and observe the groups loitering below.