I've not had your opportunities, George.

I'm not a fine gentleman--on the trail with a parcel of English swells.

I'm a poor old broken-down miner, who wants to hole-up somewhere, and get comfortable for his old age; and if you had a heart in your body, you'd lend a helping hand.

When I saw you at Winnipeg"-- the tone became a trifle plaintive and slippery--"I ses to myself, George used to be a nice chap, with a good heart.

If there's anyone ought to help me it's my own son.
And so I boarded that train.