“Aw, Doc, cut it out! He ain't no Lady Clara.”
“Connolly, close that trap of yours and listen to me. This is serious. He'll be back in a jiffy. It's the same lady as he is going to meet.”
“Same lady? But she's his sister.”
“Yes, of course, you idiot! She's his sister. And now you've queered me with him and he will think—”
“Aw, Doc, let me be. I'll straighten that tangle out.”
“Sh-h! Here he is. Not a word, on your life!”
“Aw, get out!” replied Connolly with generous enthusiasm. “I don't leave no pard of mine in a hole. Say,” he cried, turning to Cameron, “about that lady. Ha! ha!”
“Shut your ugly mug!” said the doctor savagely.
“It's the same lady. Ha! ha! Good joke, eh, Sergeant?”
“Same lady?” echoed Cameron.