About four
o'clock
A fat Dutchman is stupid , but a thin one is all right . In ten minutes I had more friends in Cyanide than they is fiddlers in hell . I begun to conclude Cyanide was n't so lonesome . About four o'clock in comes a little Irishman about four foot high , with more upper lip than a muley cow , and enough red hair to make an artificial aurorer borealis . He had big red hands with freckles pasted onto them , and stiff red hairs standin ' up separate and lonesome like signal stations . Also his legs was bowed . He gets a drink at the bar , and stands back and yells : `` God bless the Irish and let the Dutch rustle ! ''