There was much laughter and clapping of glasses upon the table at the conclusion of old Buckhorse's story, and I saw the Prince of Wales hand something to the waiter, who brought it round and slipped it into the skinny hand of the veteran, who spat upon it before thrusting it into his pocket.
Les rires redoublèrent, on fit tinter les verres sur la table, quand le vieux Buckhorse eut achevé son histoire. Je vis le Prince de Galles remettre quelque chose au garçon qui s'approcha et glissa l'objet dans la main du vétéran.