"Then we can take the next train that comes along. That cursed miner won't be on board, and we can be received as gentlemen."
"Say, have you got a clothes-brush, Barlow? My knees—that is the knees of my pants—are all over mud."
"So are mine. Yes, I believe I have, but don't let us repair damages here. They will be looking out of the car-windows and laughing at us."
"Go ahead, then. I'll follow."
They started in the direction in which the train was going. Two minutes later they fell in with a young Irish boy, who surveyed their dilapidated appearance with amusement.
"Say," he remarked, "have youse been racin' wid de train?"
"Why do you ask, boy?" inquired Barlow with lofty dignity.
"I take it all back. I guess you've been on your knees prayin'."
"Boy, don't you know how to address a gentleman?"