"They don't know how to treat a gentleman."
"No, they don't. You're right, Barlow."
"I suppose the boy and that long-legged miner are laughing in their sleeves."
As he spoke, both turned their glances upon the car in which Robert and the miner were located, and saw both looking out of a car window. The miner's face wore a look of amusement and satisfaction, which was enough to anger the two adventurers.
"Good-by, boys!" he said. "You're leaving us in a hurry, but we won't forget you."
In reply, Jones, who was the more choleric of the two, shook his fist at the miner, but did not indulge himself in any remarks. His feelings were probably too deep for words.
"What shall we do, Barlow?" he asked.
"Foot it to the next station, I reckon. I'm used to walkin', aint you?"
"I've done a little of it in my time," said Jones, with a grin.