Gee whiz! he looks like a king, don't he ?" At that moment Anderson approached the group in front of Lamson's store.
He walked with a stateliness that seemed to signify pain in his lower extremities more than it did dignity higher up.
"How fer out do you reckon they are by this time, Blootch ?" he asked earnestly.
"'Bout ten miles further than when you asked while ago," responded Blootch, consulting his watch.
"Well, that ought to get 'em to Liverpool sometime soon then.

They took a powerful fast ship.

Makes it in less 'n six days, they say.

Let's see.
They sailed day before yesterday.

They must be out sight o' land by this time." "Yes, unless they're passin' some islands," agreed Blootch.
"Thunderation! What air you talkin' about ?" said Anderson scornfully.
"Cuby an' Porty Rico's been passed long ago.