"Set us up the drinks afterward.

We like him.

He's a white man." "How much ?" Weston asked.
"Twenty dollars." Then the man with the ax, who appeared to feel that he was being left out of it, swung the heavy blade.
"We want our horse!" he said.

"Trot the blame thing out!" One of the others thereupon raised a raucous voice and commenced a ditty of the deep sea which was quite unquotable.

Weston silenced him with some difficulty and turned to the rest.
"Boys," he said, "has the man yonder spent twenty dollars on drinks to-day ?" They were quite sure that he had not.