That's what the fiddle's got in it." Suddenly, in an apparent outburst of anger, he swept down on the front door and drove the gathering crowd away.
"Dis is a barber-shop," he said with an angry wave of his hand; "it ain't a circuse." One man protested.

"I want a shave," he said.

He tried to come inside, but was driven back.
"I ain't got a razor that'd cut the bristle off your face," the old barber declared peremptorily; "and, if I had, it wouldn't be busy on you.

I got two customers, and that's all I'm going to take befo' I have my dinner.

So you git away.