Adams is my name," replied the landlord.
"And mine is Willoughby--Col.

Willoughby." And the Englishman bowed with a slight air of condescension.
"I am at your service, Col.

Willoughby," said the landlord in his blunt way.

"Just say what you want, and the thing is done." "A cup of tea will serve me to-night, my friend.

Let it be good and strong; for my head is a little unsettled with this throbbing pain.
That stage coach of yours would be something better for a pair of new springs." "It's seen service, and no mistake.