Back with Tad and Buster, two drovers of the old school whose exploits we occasionally visit in these pages, we find the boys engaged in grave-digging--one of the occupations they pursue when not out with the herd.
The particular event in question had attracted more than the usual local interest, and a number of visitors were in town. One such distinguished gentleman, a Swiss, approached the boys looking for directions.
"Entschuldigung, koennen Sie Deutsch sprechen?" says he. The two just stare at him.
"Excusez-moi, parlez vous Francais?" The stares continue.
"Parlare Italiano?" No response, "Hablan ustedes Espanol?" Still nothing.
The Swiss marches off, extremely disgusted.
"Y'know," Buster remarks, "maybe we should learn a foreign language."
"I wouldn't put much stock in it myself," replied Tad. "That dude knew four languages, and it didn't do him no good at all ..."