“None of your impudence, Wolf Penniman!”
“What’s the matter, Waddie?” I asked, laughing. “I suppose you know I’m not the engineer of the railroad now, and you need not waste any hard words upon me.”
“I don’t want to see you on this boat, or on our side of the lake,” he added, restoring the cigar to his mouth, and looking as magnificent as a little magnate could look.
“I won’t hurt you, or the boat.”
“I’ll bet you won’t!”
“This is a splendid boat,” I continued, in a conciliatory tone.
“Splendid enough.”
“But I don’t think you are smart to let the major get ahead of you, as he does.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“If I were running this boat, I should have my share of the through passengers,” I replied, with all the good-nature I possessed.