"I honor you for it." The old man looked at him and then at me, and then he laughed.

"All right, bub," said he.

"If ever you want to hire a boat, I've got one.

My name is Menendez.

Just ask for my boat at the club-house wharf." And then he went on.
"That's all you get for your sympathy with oppressed people," said Rectus.