Thet long-legged Lane, he did n't have no sand, an' hung back and did n't say much, but the other feller tried every sneakin' trick a thief knows, only he bucked up agin a stone wall every time.

Thet young feller just simply slathered him; he called him every name I ever heerd, an' some considerable others, an' finally, when the train was a-pullin' in, the cuss unlimbered his wad, an' began peelin' off the tens an' twenties till I thought the whole show wus over fer sure.

But Lord! I didn't know thet kid--no more did thet Albrecht." Hicks wet his lips with his tongue, pausing, after the manner of a good _raconteur_, to gaze calmly about upon the faces of his auditors.
"I could n't see jist how much the feller disgorged, but he wus almighty reluctant an' nifty about it; an' then I heerd him say, sneerin'-like, 'Now, damn yer, how much more do _you_ want ?' An', gents, what do yer think thet actor kid did?
Cop ther whole blame pile?
Not on yer whiskers, he didn't.

He jist shoved them scads what hed been given him careless-like down inter his coat pocket, an' faced Mister Manager.

'Not a dirty penny, Albrecht,' he said, sorter soft-like; 'I 'm a-goin' to take whut yer owe me out of yer right now.' An', by gory, gents, he sure did.