"They're standing about in a circle. I can see 'em gaping. Even from here. What will they think, Henry?"
Lord Nick ground his teeth.
"They'll think I've backed down from you," he said gloomily. "They'll think I've taken water for the first time."
"Why, confound 'em, the first man that opens his head—"
"I know, I know. You'd fill his mouth with lead, and so would I. But if it ever gets about—as it's sure to—that Lord, Nick, as they call me, has been bluffed down without a fight, I'll have every Chinaman that cooks on the range talking back to me. I'll have to start all over again."
"Don't say that, Henry. Don't you see that I'll go out and explain that I'm your brother?"
"What good will that do? No, do we look alike?"
Donnegan stopped short.
"I'm not very big," he said rather coldly, "but then I'm not so very small, either. I've found myself big enough, speaking in general. Besides, we have the same hair and eyes."
"Why, man, people will laugh when they hear that we call ourselves brothers."