You stan' zat, M'sieur ?" I shook my head, uncertain just what stand to take.
"Nevar!" he went on, barely pausing for breath.

"I show ze damn half-breed; you vait, I git heem." "What do you mean by half-breed, Broussard ?" I questioned, surprised.
He laughed, but not pleasantly.
"He vas ze mongrel--sure; you know not zat?
Sacre, I tell you zen.
What you zink him, white man?
Pah! you see hees mother--she mulatto.
Ze damn dog!" "How do you know that ?" "How I know! I tell you I sail with heem long while.

He nevar tell, but I fin' eet out.

I listen, I hear ze talk, but I say noddings, M'sieur.

Vat I care while he treat me right?
But now I show heem vat I know.