They were both such regular outsiders, it didn't seem worth correcting it at the time.

I'm awfully sorry, you know, but your's-- let's see," said he, taking the cadaverous baronet's ticket and looking at it, "yours has got one of the corners torn off--yes, that's it.
Yours should be Catterwaul." Dig gasped, and tried to moisten his parched lips.

It was a long time before the words came.
"It's a swindle!" cried he, choking.

"I've won it--I--I--give me the 10 shillings 6 pence." "Don't make an ass of yourself," said Mills.

"I tell you you've got the wrong paper; isn't that enough ?" "No, it's not enough, you thief, you!" roared Dig, tossing his tawny mane.