The boys used to follow him to laugh at his queer clothes, and hear his fine London speech when he cursed us.

By thunder, he was the one to swear.
Jim Lovelle used to clear us off with a whip, and give the old man his arm into the shack.

Jim too was a queer one, but it didn't do to make free with him, unless ye was lookin' for a broken head.

They was come of high family, I've heerd." "Aye, Jim was a gentleman and no mistake," said Boone.

"The way he held his head and looked straight through the man that angered him.