"Got a jag on, eh ?" "Attend to your own business, sir," said Jack French, whose dignity grew and whose temper shortened with every bottle.
"Answer my question, sir.

Who is swearing ?" "Oh, there's nothing to it, Jack," said Macmillan.

"I was telling Jimmy here that that's a mighty smart boy of yours, and with a great tongue for language." "I'll break his back," growled Jack French, his face distorted with a scowl.

"Look here, boy," he continued, whirling fiercely upon the lad, "you are sent to me by the best woman on earth to make a man of you, and I'll have no swearing on my ranch," delivering himself of which sentiment punctuated by a _feu de joie_ of muddled oaths, he lurched away into the back shop and fell into a drunken sleep, leaving the boy astonished and for some minutes speechless.
"Is that her brother ?" he asked at length, when he had found voice.
"Whose brother ?" said Jimmy Green.
"Yes, boy, that's her brother," said Macmillan.

"But that is not himself any more than a mad dog.