Klondyke's own name was Jack Pridmore, and it was set out with other
particulars on the flyleaf of his Bible. In a large and rather crude
copperplate was inscribed:
Jack Pridmore is my name,
England is my nation,
Good old Eton College
Gave me a lib'ral education.
Stet domus et
Floreat Etona.
The arms of Eton College with the motto "Floreat Etona" were inscribed
on the opposite page, also in tattoo on the left arm of the owner. In
Sailor's opinion, Eton College did flourish undoubtedly in the person
of Jack Pridmore. He was a white man all through, and long before
Sailor could make out that inscription on the flyleaf of Klondyke's
Bible, he was convinced that such was the case.
In Sailor's opinion, he was a good one to follow anywhere. Everything
in Klondyke seemed in just the right proportion and there was nothing
in excess. He was new to the sea, but he was not in the least green or
raw in anything. You would have to stay up all night if you meant to
get ahead of him. So much had he knocked about the world that he knew
men and cities like the back of his hand, and he had the art of shaking
down at once in any company.
All the same, in Sailor's opinion, he had odd ideas. For one thing, he
set his face against the habit of carrying a knife in your shirt in
case the dagoes got above themselves.
"It's not quite white, you know, old friend," said Klondyke.
"Dagoes ain't white," said Sailor.
"No; and that's why we've got to show 'em how white we are if we are
going to keep top dog."
This reasoning was too deep for Sailor.
"Don't see it meself. Them dagoes is bigger'n me. If I could lick
'em, I'd lick 'em till they hollered when they started in to fool
around. But they are real yaller; none on 'em will face a bit o'
sheffle."
"No," said Klondyke, "and they'll not face a straight left with a punch
in it either."
Klondyke then made a modest suggestion that Sailor should acquire this
part of a white man's equipment. He was firmly convinced that with the
rudiments of reading and writing and a straight left with a punch in
it, you could go all over the world.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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