"Sit down, boys.

Sit down, I say! These gentlemen are my friends.

Anything you got to say?
If there is, say it.

And my name's _Thompson_, if you please." "Aw!--what an _extwemely_ wemahkable ahttitude!" Wyatt fixed his monocle on the offending miner with bland and exasperating condescension.

"Weally, you quite intewest me, y' know! I appwoach you, quite civilly, y' know, with an offah decidedly to youah ahdvahntage, Mistah--ah--Tomlinson, and you tweat it----" "_Thompson_!! By Heavens, you say Tomlinson again and I'll pound your face into shape!" roared the misnamed one, jumping up.