Robert Alexander Wason, Happy Hawkins
“ Then he loaded both his guns before us an' made the feller with the lantern do the same. After which he looked into Monody's eyes—looked into 'em until Monody's ugly black face turned ashy; but Brophy hadn't even a scowl, an' when he spoke, his deep voice was steady an' calm. "How did that happen, Monody?" sez he, pointin' to the sub-cook. "I—I reckon one o' the boys mistook him in the dark," sez Monody. "I reckon you lie," sez Brophy. "The' ain't no white man would be beast enough. It's one o' your own heathen tricks." ”
