When the train conductor reached him, he showed at once that he was perplexed.

If the man was a Negro, the conductor did not want to send him to the white people's coach; at the same time, if he was a white man, the conductor did not want to insult him by asking him if he was a Negro.

The official looked him over carefully, examining his hair, eyes, nose, and hands, but still seemed puzzled.

Finally, to solve the difficulty, he stooped over and peeped at the man's feet.

When I saw the conductor examining the feet of the man in question, I said to myself, "That will settle it;" and so it did, for the trainman promptly decided that the passenger was a Negro, and let him remain where he was.
I congratulated myself that my race was fortunate in not losing one of its members.
My experience has been that the time to test a true gentleman is to observe him when he is in contact with individuals of a race that is less fortunate than his own.