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"Sneeringly, and in a way that sounded like 'Yo' 're another'?" The colonel could not remember that it was. Yancey ruminated, and Fitz now took a hand. "On the contrary, Major Yancey, Mr. Klutchem's laugh was a very jolly laugh; and, under the circumstances, a laugh very creditable to his good nature.
Klutchem was right, Colonel," said Fitz. "Very sensible man. They will form a very large part of our freight. Anything offensive in that remark of Klutchem's, Major Yancey?" The major conferred with the judge, and said reluctantly that there was not. "Go on, Colonel," continued Fitz. "Then, suh, he said he wouldn't trade a yaller dog for enough of our bonds to papah a meetin'-house."
Then, charging Yancey and the judge not to leave the office until he returned, he beckoned Fitz to him, and said: "We have not a moment to lose. Get Mr. Klutchem's address, and order a caarriage." It was the custom with Fitz never to cross the colonel in any one of his sudden whims.
"I will hunt him up;" and Fitz hurried down to Klutchem's office in the hope of either intercepting the challenge or of pacifying the object of the colonel's wrath, if by any good chance the letter should have been delayed until the morning. In ten minutes he returned with the mystifying news that Mr.
You surely, as a man of honor, will not refuse me this, Mr. Klutchem?" The colonel's eyes began to snap, and Fitz edged round to pour oil when the wind freshened. Klutchem's temper was also on the move. "Get out of this chair with that mush poultice," pointing to his foot, "and have you cart me down to Wall Street to tell me you are sorry you didn't murder me! What do you take me for?"
If you want to plaster that syndicate all over with Garden Spots, go ahead. I won't say a word. There's my hand." The colonel never altered a line in his face nor moved a muscle of his body. Mr. Klutchem's hand remained suspended in mid air. "Yo' action is creditable to yo' heart, suh, but you know, of course, that I cannot take yo' hand here.
"He was familiar, suh, and presumin' and offensive." Yancey broke away again, but Fitz sidetracked him with a gesture, and asked the colonel to repeat Klutchem's exact words. The colonel gazed at the ceiling a moment, and replied: "Mr. Klutchem said that, outside of peanuts and sweet potatoes, all my road would git for freight would be niggers and razor-back hogs." "Mr.
"Besides, gentlemen, I don't think Mr. Klutchem's remarks were insulting." The colonel's head rose out of his collar with a jerk, and the forelegs of Yancey's chair struck the floor with a thump. Both sprang to their feet. The judge and I remained quiet. "Not insultin', suh, to call a gemman a a Colonel, what did the scoundrel call you?" "It was mo' his manner," replied the colonel.
The letter was intrusted to the care of Mr. Klutchem's own government, the post-office as now conducted being peculiarly a Yankee institution. "If Mr. Klutchem's own government, gemmen," and he repeated it with a rising voice, "if Mr. Klutchem's own government does not trust him enough to deliver to him a letter in advance of a payment of two cents, such action, while highly discreditable to Mr.
Klutchem's letters had been sent to his apartment the night before, and that a telegram had just been received notifying his clerks that he would not be down that day. "Escaped, suh, has he? Run like a dog! Like a yaller dog as he is! Where has he gone?" "After a policeman, I guess," said Fitz. The colonel stopped, and an expression of profound contempt overspread his face.
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