He bragged to the men about him of his ability.

Nobody ever hired Jackway to care for his interests, said he, without having his interests taken care of.
"You can go out," said he to a peaceful-looking man who stood watching him, "into the street there, and stab the first man you meet, and Jackway'll get you clear.

I'm a living whirlwind! And," looking at me as I sat in the chair by the wall, "you can steal a woman's estate and I'll get it away from her heirs for you." I wondered if he meant me.

I hardly believed that he could; for all the while he had made a great to-do about protecting my interests; and I now remembered that he had taken an oath to do so.

But he kept sneering at me all the evening, and just as I was leaving to go to bed, he called the crowd up to drink with him.
"This is on the estate," he hiccoughed--for he was very drunk by this time--"and I'll give you a toast." They all lined up, slapping him on the back; and as I stood in the door, they all lifted their glasses, and Jackway gave them what he called his "toast," which ran as follows: "Sold again And got the tin, And sucked another Dutchman in!" He paid out of a fat pocketbook, staggering, and pointing at me and looking like a tipsy imp of some sort; and finally he started over toward me, saying, "Hey, Dutchman! Wait a minute an' I'll tell you how you got sucked in!" I grew suddenly very angry; and slammed the door in his face to prevent myself from doing him harm.