Blenkiron squared his shoulders and showed himself a noble trencherman.
'A year ago,' he told our host, 'I was the meanest kind of dyspeptic.

I had the love of righteousness in my heart, but I had the devil in my stomach.

Then I heard stories about the Robson Brothers, the star surgeons way out west in White Springs, Nebraska.

They were reckoned the neatest hands in the world at carving up a man and removing devilments from his intestines.

Now, sir, I've always fought pretty shy of surgeons, for I considered that our Maker never intended His handiwork to be reconstructed like a bankrupt Dago railway.