“But we have not seen any such.”
Larrap and Murker here joined us, and, overhearing the last remarks, began to speak in a very disgusting tone of the women we had seen in previous trains.
“I don’t wish to hear that kind of stuff,” said Brent, turning sternly upon Larrap.
“It’s a free country, and I shall say what I blame please,” the fellow said, with a grin.
“Then say it by yourself, and away from me.”
“You’re blame squimmidge,” said Larrap, and added a beastly remark.
Brent caught him by the collar, and gave him a shake.
Murker put his hand to a pistol and looked “Murder, if I dared!”
“None of that,” said I, stepping before him.
Jake Shamberlain, seeing the quarrel, came running up. “Now, Brother Brent,” said Jake, “no shindies in this here Garden of Paradise. If the gent has made a remark what teches you apologies is in order, an he’ll make all far and squar.”