‘That’s your whole gaw-damn system. You ain’t a free-thinking crowd; you’re a bunch of kids kept in order by bamboo canes and laws made by Moses. Even your little rabbits, that we gives to our dawgs, are protected by ancient statoots with about a ton of sealing-wax hanging on the tail.
‘As for your women, you don’t know how to make them smile. They’re the best-lookin’ kids on the planet, and they’re just real glad that we wild men are over to tickle them up and make them dance. Say, boys, but you are just dead-slow. Why, I can get anything in petticoats, from an heiress to a barmaid, by giving them a Taurauntoe glad eye, and saying, “Come on.” You fellows are the fag-end of an old system, and if it weren’t for us prime hustlers from out West, you’d be losing this fightin’ business.’
‘Look here, old cow-punching Bill, this isn’t a bally entertainment. It’s a court-martial. You’re on your trial for your life. What have you got to say?’
‘We never says anything out West.’
‘What do you do?’
‘Shoots!’ And Tosher banged three rounds of blank ammunition in the air.
‘Seize him! Seize him! He’s an outlaw and a desperado!’ roared Nobby.
We rushed Tosher, but he let fly at his escort, and seized Nobby in his powerful arms and dumped him out of the window.
Ginger then caught the Canadian’s legs and threw him.
‘Kamerad! Kamerad!’ shouted Tosher.