"But why shouldn't I be?"
"Because you are not a gentleman."
"That young feller up there," said Badger, with an oath, "ought to be tarred and feathered and then set on fire and shot at. And if I ever get my hands on him, I'll——"
"Don't," interrupted the landlord, "you'll kick all the fat into the fire. Let Mr. Shirley talk to the boy; he'll get in fine work, if you only keep your mouth shut."
Badger gave vent to his feelings by a series of savage growls, and Shirley, after much coughing to ease his nervousness, proceeded to carry out his strategy.
"See here, Sam Willett!"
"Go on, I hear," was the response.
"I don't mean you any harm."
"And you sha'n't do me any, if I can help it," said Sam.
"If you look away off to the east, you can see lights."