"Who do you want to fight with?"
"Look here, Stephen! isn't that boy—the train boy, I mean, on the Milwaukee road—a brother of yours?"
"Yes."
"I can't help it—I'd like to mash him, and I will if I get the chance."
"You have my permission," said Stephen, "and I'd like to stand by and see you do it."
"Then there isn't much love lost between you two?"
"You'd better believe there isn't. But what has he been doing to you? You don't mean to say he is the cause of all that?" and he pointed to Luke's disordered dress.
"Yes, he is."
"How did it happen?"
"He made me jump out of the train when it was going fifteen or twenty miles an hour."