Wash Williams talked in low even tones that made his words seem the more terrible.
Wash Williams began telling the story of his mar- ried life with the tall blonde girl with the blue eyes whom he had met when he was a young operator at Dayton, Ohio.
Wash Williams and George Willard arose from the pile of railroad ties and walked along the tracks toward town.
Wash Williams stopped and stood staring at George Willard.
"I didn't get the mother killed," said Wash Williams, staring up and down the street.
Then they stood on one side and went to tell the girl, while Ulysses washed
himself in the stream and scrubbed the brine from his back and from his broad shoulders.
To which the barber kitchen-boy replied, "The gentleman will not let himself be washed as is customary, and as my lord the and the senor his master have been."
"Yes, I will," said Sancho, in a great rage; "but I'd like it to be with cleaner towels, clearer lye, and not such dirty hands; for there's not so much difference between me and my master that he should be washed with angels' water and I with devil's lye.
Upon this, the duchess, laughing all the while, said, "Sancho Panza is right, and always will be in all he says; he is clean, and, as he says himself, he does not require to be washed; and if our ways do not please him, he is free to choose.
It was fine washing, and he washed fine and finer, with a keen scrutiny and delicate and fastidious touch.
Twenty cents, thirty cents, fifty cents, sixty cents, were the values of the gold found in the pans, and at nightfall he washed his banner pan, which gave him a dollar's worth of gold-dust from a shovelful of dirt.
His first pan of the morning washed out over two dollars in coarse gold.