"Oh, but my deah young friend, these profane cowboys are using such feahful language, because Misteh Ryan refuses to see them, being gawn to bed——"
The operator turned on his heel, and turned off growling.
"You see," the preacher wailed after him, "they've got a robber."
The operator began to nibble the bait.
"Robber!" He swung round sudden. "What robber?"
"The erring young person is called James du Chesnay."
"They've got him? Great snakes!"
"Yes, in bondage. They want to be rewarded with earthly dross, instead of seeking for the blessings and comfort which alone——"
"And Ryan won't come out?"
"I think, seh, that Misteh Ryan is timid, bekase of the shocking profanity of these misguided men, breaking his windows, too. Let me admonish you, my brother, to eschew the company of all——"