Come, there's no use backing out;
you must take a glass of Swizer's lager beer," said Dunn.
Manuel looked around him, and then closing up very reluctantly, the
Dutchman filled his glass with frothy beer, and the three touched
glasses and drank. They then retired to a bench and commenced
discussing the propriety of some point of their official privileges,
while Manuel was left standing at the counter.
"Who pay de drink vat shu get?" inquired the Dutchman, anxious to
serve two little niggers who had just come in with bottles in their
hands.
"It was our friend's treat; come, my good fellow, do the clean thing
according to Southern science. We'll put a good word in for you to
the jailer; you won't lose nothing by it," said Dusenberry.
"My friends, I work hard for my money, and have none to spend
foolishly. The small amount is of little consequence, but I would
much sooner make you a present of it, than to be drugged by
pretence. I've no desire to indulge the propensities of others.
Whatever you are going to do with me, do it; and let me know my
fate. I am sick and fatigued, and have need for the doctor. Take me
to a prison or where you please. I have done no crime; I want sleep,
not punishment. Next time I shipwrecked, I get plank and go
overboard 'fore I cum to Charleston." So saying, he pulled out fifty
cents and threw it upon the counter, and the Dutchman swept it into
the drawer, as if it was all right, and "just the change.
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