They pretended to be lords." "What?
Both of 'em ?" "No, it is one lord I am looking for." "One lord, one faith, one baptism!" said Yerkes profanely.
"And you found two?
What's your worry?
I'll pretend to be a third if that'll help you any!" "Gentlemen," said the Greek, rising to his full height and letting his rage begin to gather again, "you play with me.

That is not well! You waste my time.

That is not wise! I come in all innocence, looking for a certain lord--a real genuine lord--the Earl of Montdidier and Kirscrubbrightshaw--my God, what a name!" "I'm Mundidier," said a level voice, and the Greek faced about like a man attacked.

Monty had entered the barroom and stood listening with calm amusement, that for some strange reason exasperated the Greek less than our attitude had done, at least for the moment.

When the first flush of surprise had died he grinned and grew gallant.
"My own name is Georges Coutlass, my Lord!" He made a sweeping bow, almost touching the floor with the brim of his cowboy hat, and then crossing his breast with it.
"What can I do for you ?" asked Monty.
"Listen to me!" "Very well.