Who can tell? It is
well for strangers to have friends in New Orleans. I have an impression
that I have some influence. I am usually wrong and my memory is always
weak, but this particular impression persists, nevertheless."
Long Jim opened his mouth in wonder.
"'Pears strange to me," he said, "that a furrin man kin pick more big
words out uv our language, an' rope 'em together than we kin."
Lieutenant Diego Bernal smiled. He was pleased.
"I learned English when I was a boy," he said, "and now it serves me well.
I would hear more of your news, gentlemen, but for the present I wish to
offer you refreshments. Come with me, if you please."
He led the way into a low building of brick, an inn fashioned after the
manner of those in France.
They entered the public room, which was large and square, with a fairly
clean, sanded floor, and many men about drinking liquors unknown to the
five.
They took seats at a table in a rather retired corner, and gazed with
interest at the variegated crowd. Many of the men wore great, gold rings
in their ears, something entirely new to the five, and others were
tattooed in strange designs. They drank deep and swore much and loudly in
strange tongues. Also, they smoked cigarros, cigarritos, and pipes, and
there was scarcely one present who did not have either knife or pistol or
both at belt.
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