TheengineerhadnotyettakenhisclothesoutofthetrunkwhenforthethirdtimetheshrewdeyesandthecraftyfaceofUncleLicurgoappearedinthedoor-way。
“Ibegyourpardon，SenorDonJose，“hesaid，displayinghisbrilliantlywhiteteethinanaffectedsmile，“but——Iwantedtosaythatifyouwishtosettlethematterbymeansoffriendlyarbitrations——Although，asthesayingis，\'Askotherpeople\'sopinionofsomethingthatconcernsonlyyourself，andsomewillsayitiswhiteandothersblack。\'“
“Willyougetawayfromhere，man?“
“Isaythat，becauseIhatethelaw。Idon\'twanttohaveanythingtodowiththelaw。Well，good-by，again，SenorDonJose。Godgiveyoulonglifetohelpthepoor！“
“Good-by，man，good-by。”