"Whereabouts?"
"In Maine."
"Oh, come now; you can't play that on me. You're a Britisher."
Mr. Smith colored a little and looked rather vexed.
"Doesn't it strike you, my friend," he said, "that you are a trifle inquisitive?"
"It's my way."
"Then all I have to say is that it is a mighty unpleasant way, and I don't like it for a cent."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Then you can lump it," replied Dan Markham, lighting a cigar and staring him in the face.