“‘Oh, well,’ says I, ‘I guess the report’s straight. I know they caught me. That’s all there is to it.’
“‘Do not say so,’ says the bay man. He pulls off a glove and goes over and lays his hand on that chunk of glass.
“‘Ice,’ says he, nodding his head, solemn.
“General Dingo also steps over and feels of it.
“‘Ice,’ says the General; ‘I’ll swear to it.’
“If Señor Casparis,’ says the bay man, ‘will present himself to the treasury on the sixth day of this month he will receive back the thousand dollars he did deposit as a forfeit. Adios, señor.’
“The General and the bay man bowed themselves out, and I bowed as often as they did.
“And when the carriage rolls away through the sand I bows once more, deeper than ever, till my hat touches the ground. But this time’t was not intended for them. For, over their heads, I saw the old flag fluttering in the breeze above the consul’s roof; and ’t was to it I made my profoundest salute.”
