“Stand there,” he said, pointing toward the middle of the room.
“Well,” growled Sneaker, “ye don't seem overglad ter see us anyhow.”
“If you are the right sort we are very glad. If you are not, you will be very sorry that you ever came.”
“What'll happen?”
“A calamity.”
“Oh. W'at's that? Suthin' good ter eat, maybe.”
No impertinence.”
Who're you anyhow?” I'm the chief here, my man, as you will learn to your cost if you don't keep a civil tongue in your head.”
“The chief, hey? Why didn't ye say so at fust. I'll be civil. Fire away.”
“Who are you?”