"Each one of those chaps thinks that one of the other two has the gold piece. I just pretended to give it to one of ’em, jingled my coin, and then put it back, I didn’t give ’em a cent. Each one thought I had given it to the other two. How could they tell, they were blind, don’t you see." I reached for my hat. "I’m going to get out of here." Leander pulled me back. "Not just yet, wait a few moments. Listen." "Vail, vail," cried the Dutchman, beginning to get red. "You doand vants to cheats Missus Amaloa, den berhaps—yes, Zhim," he cried to the Indian, "pay oop, or ees ut _you_ den, Meest’r Paites, dat hab dose finf thalers?" "No have got," gurgled the Indian, swaying in his place as he canted the neck of the whiskey bottle towards his lips. "I thought you had the money," protested Mr. Bates, the lavender man, "you or Jim." "No have got," whooped the Indian, beginning to get angry. "Hug-gh! _You_ got money. He give you money," and he turned his face towards the Dutchman. "That’s what _I_ thought," asserted Mr. Bates. "Tausend Teufels _no_," shouted the other. "I tell you _no_." "_You, you,_" growled the Indian, plucking at Mr. Bates’ coat sleeve, "you have got." "Yah, soh," cried the Dutchman, shaking his finger at the lavender man, excitedly, "pay dose finf thalers, Meest’r Paites." "Pay yourself," exclaimed the other, "I haven’t touched them. I’ll be _any_ name, I’ll be _any_ name if I’ve touched them." "Well, I ain’t going to wait here all night," shrilled the Kanaka woman impatiently. The Dutchman shook his finger solemnly towards where he thought the Indian was sitting. "It’s der Indyun. It’s Zhim. Get ut vrom Zhim." "Lie, lie," vociferated the Indian, "white man lie. No have got. _You_ hav got, or _you_." "I’ll turn my pockets inside out," exclaimed Mr. Bates. "Schmarty," cried the Dutchman. "Can I _see_ dose pocket?" "Thief, thief," exclaimed the Indian, shaking his long black hair. "You steal money." The other two turned on him savagely. "There aint no man going to call me that." "Vat he say, vait, und I vill his het mit der boddle demolisch. Who you say dat to, _mee_, or Meest’r Bates?" "Oh, you make me tired," cried the lavender man, "you two. _One_ of you two, pay Missus Amaloa and quit fooling." "Come on," cried the Kanaka, "pay up or I’ll ring for the police." "Vooling, vooling," shouted the Dutchman, dancing in his rage. "You sheats Missus Amaloa und you gall dot vooling." "_Who_ cheats," cried the other two simultaneously. "Vail, how do _I_ know," yelled the Dutchman, purple to the eyes. "How do _I_ know vich." The Kanaka turned to Leander. "Say, which of these fellows did you give that money to?" Leander came up. "Ah-h, _now_ we vill know," said the Dutchman. Leander looked from one to the other. Then an expression of perplexity came into his face. He scratched an ear. "Well, I thought it was this German gentleman." "_Vat!_"