If there's anybody that's fool enough to go on such a chuckle-headed errand--" "Here comes Mr.Barrow--he will go for me.

Barrow--" A brisk fire of exclamations broke out-- "Say, Barrow, he's expecting a cablegram!" "Cablegram from his father, you know!" "Yes--cablegram from the wax-figger!" "And say, Barrow, this fellow's an earl--take off your hat, pull down your vest!" "Yes, he's come off and forgot his crown, that he wears Sundays.

He's cabled over to his pappy to send it." "You step out and get that cablegram, Barrow; his majesty's a little lame to-day." "Oh stop," cried Barrow; "give the man a chance." He turned, and said with some severity, "Tracy, what's the matter with you?
What kind of foolishness is this you've been talking.

You ought to have more sense." "I've not been talking foolishness; and if you'll go to the telegraph office--" "Oh; don't talk so.

I'm your friend in trouble and out of it, before your face and behind your back, for anything in reason; but you've lost your head, you see, and this moonshine about a cablegram--" "I'll go there and ask for it!" "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Brady.