"Tricks?" growled Arrapahoe Bill, pointing at Mr. Ramsay,—"where did you get that?"
"Oh, let me introduce you,—this is Mr. Ramsay from—Clapham Junction."
"How do?" said the cowboy stiffly.
"Come, Bill," the Blackguard seemed amused, "a cheerful specimen you are, you confounded old grizzly. Wake up and be civil."
"Mistah Ramsay from Clapham Junction," said the cowboy with difficulty, as though his tongue was stiff, "there ain't no civility whar I come from, but white men are always welcome, sah, among gentlemen."
"I am not, as you suppose, from Clapham Junction," said the Tenderfoot, thinking thus to mitigate the situation, "but—thanks all the same," he added lamely.
"Mistah Ramsay," continued the Blackguard, with a malicious grin, "is an English capitalist going up to see the Throne Mine."
"Huh!" the Mexican chuckled with a snarling laugh, "the outfit of the Throne Mine is gone loco."
"That means," explained La Mancha, "that the people at the Throne are lunatics."
"Really?"