I never saw him before in my life." "Well, that's cheeky," said Joshua, aghast at the man's impudence.
"Why, I know you as well as if we'd been to school together.

You are the Rip-tail Roarer.

You are from Pike County, Missouri, you are.
You can whip your weight in wildcats.

That's he, gentlemen.

I leave it to you." In giving the description, Joshua imitated the boastful accents of his old comrade with such success that the assembled miners laughed and applauded.
"That's he! You've got him!" they cried.
"Just hear that, old Rip-tail," said Mr.Bickford.