Valentine Williams,
Island Gold — II. In which a Gentleman pays his Debt
(1923)
“ It's the humble people, like Luisa here on whom I sponge, who keeps me, Okewood, who is proud to keep me...” His voice quavered and broke. Tears welled up in his sunken eyes. One hates to see a man break down, so I looked away. And the beach-comber went to his pannikin for solace. “That day at the calaboose at San Salvador,” he said presently, “I wanted to tell you who I was. Twenty-five years ago I buried my real name, but what you did for me ... well, it was a white thing to do. I wanted to say to you: Race tells, Sir! You have helped one of your own breed and upbringing. ”
