I take it this gentleman is in your party.' I sat and scowled, fixing the American with suspicious eyes.
'He is a Dutchman,' said Stumm; 'South African Dutch, and he is not happy, for he doesn't like to hear English spoken.' 'We'll shake on that,' said Blenkiron cordially.

'But who said I spoke English?
It's good American.

Cheer up, friend, for it isn't the call that makes the big wapiti, as they say out west in my country.

I hate John Bull worse than a poison rattle.

The Colonel can tell you that.' I dare say he could, but at that moment, we slowed down at a station and Stumm got up to leave.