I will raise my voice; you must raise yours.

You must go into a rage--foam at the mouth, if you can; insert some soap to help it along.
Now go along and follow your instructions." The man played his assigned part, and played it well.

He brought the bill and stood waiting for results.

Sage's face began to cloud up, his eyes to snap, and his nostrils to inflate like a horse's; then he broke out with-- "_Thirteen dollars!_ You mean to say that you charge thirteen dollars for these damned inhuman hospitalities of yours?
Are you a professional buccaneer?
Is it your custom to--" The man burst in with spirit: "Now, I don't want any more out of you--that's a plenty.

The bill is thirteen dollars and you'll _pay_ it--that's all; a couple of characterless adventurers bilking their way through this country and attempting to dictate terms to a gentleman! a gentleman who received you supposing you were gentlemen yourselves, whereas in my opinion hell's full of--" Sage broke in-- "Not another word of that!--I won't have it.