because I did n't want to appear in it. Twelve thousand dollars was paid to the officials in bribes to let you go.'
"'Man!' says I, sitting down hard, 'twelve thousand—how will I ever—who could have—where did the money come from?'
"'Yazoo City,' says Doc Millikin. 'I 've got a little saved up there. Two barrels full of it. It looks good to these Colombians. 'T was Confederate money, every dollar of it. Now do you see why you 'd better leave before they try to pass some of it on an expert?'
"'I do,' says I.
"'Now let 's hear you give the password,' says Doc Millikin.
"'Hurrah for Jeff Davis!' says I.
"'Correct,' says Doc. 'And let me tell you something: The next tune I learn on my flute is going to be "Yankee Doodle." I reckon there 's some Yanks that are not so pizen. Or, if you was me, would you try "The Red, White, and Blue"?'"
