A blow-out ain't worth anything as a blow-out, unless a body has company." Then in a whisper to Col.

Jim: "But ain't these New Yorkers friendly?
And ain't they cool about it, too?
Icebergs ain't anywhere.

I reckon they'd tackle a hearse, if it was going their way." More passengers got in; more yet, and still more.

Both seats were filled, and a file of men were standing up, holding on to the cleats overhead.

Parties with baskets and bundles were climbing up on the roof.
Half-suppressed laughter rippled up from all sides.
"Well, for clean, cool, out-and-out cheek, if this don't bang anything that ever I saw, I'm an Injun!" whispered Col.