. . . Well, I went to Piccadilly, and
give him the benefit. He left, and skipped the rope. Not, p'r'aps, that
he ought to hev got away, but once he'd showed me a letter from his
mother,--he was drunk too, at the time,--and I remembered when my brother
Rodney was killed in the Black Hills, and how my mother took it; so I
give him the tip to travel quick."
He paused and rested. Then presently continued: "Now, Padre, I've got
four hundred dollars--the most I ever had at one time in my life. And I'd
like it to go to my old pal--though we had that difference, and parted. I
guess we respect each other about the same as we ever did. And I wish
you'd write it down so that the thing would be municipal."
Roscoe took pencil and paper and said: "What's his name, Phil?"
"Sam--Tonga Sam."
"But that isn't all his name?"
"No, I s'pose not, but it's all he ever had in general use. He'd got it
because he'd been to the Tonga Islands and used to yarn about them. Put
'Tonga Sam, Phil Boldrick's Pal at Danger Mountain, ult'--add the 'ult,'
it's c'rrect.--That'll find him. And write him these words, and if you
ever see him say them to him--'Phil Boldrick never had a pal that crowded
Tonga Sam.
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