"He's a thundering big coal-heaver from out the woolly West."
"Oh, the fellow that started to scrap."
"That's the man."
"Give us the story, Buck."
"They had me up, doing some of my foolish stunts," said a fellow with a great moon of a face, little twinkling eyes, and a grotesque nose that sprang forth like a jagged promontory, "when, all at once, this elephant of a Regan saunters in coolly to see what's doing."
"Didn't know any better, eh?"
"Didn't know a thing. Well, no sooner did the sophs spot him than they set up a yell:
"'Who are you?'
"'Tom Regan.'
"'What's your class?'