I'm not responsible for that." "I hope you like canned tomatoes," said Dan Anderson, "or, if you don't, that you're very fond of beefsteak.

There won't be much else till Tom Osby gets back from Las Vegas with a load of freight.

Tom Osby's our common carrier.

I hope the new railroad will do as well." Mr.Ellsworth was a gentleman, and a very hungry one, so there was no quarrel over the tomatoes, which were Special XXX, nor over the beefsteak, which might have been worse.

An hour later he went out on the street with his host, whose conduct thus far, he was forced to admit, had been irreproachable.