"The weather's fine again," announced Dick, "and you'll find us the most hospitable fellows you ever met.

My friends, we take pleasure in offering you the whole outside world in which to play!" "Talk United States!" growled one of the tramps, without looking up from the game.
"Tom," laughed Prescott, turning to Reade, "strange dialects are your specialty.

Kindly translate, into 'United States,' what I have just said to these men." "I will," agreed Tom.

"Attention, hoboes! Look right at me! That's right.

Now---git!" "You might let us stay on a bit longer," grumbled one of the tramps.
"We ain't bothering you folks any." "Only eating us out of house and home," snapped Dave.
"And delaying the time when we must wash up the tent after you," added Danny Grin.
But the tramps played on, smoked on.
"Did you fellows ever hear of that famous man, Mr.A.Quick Expediter ?" Tom asked the tramps.
"No," growled one of them.
"Expediter was a truly great man," Tom continued.