That's a hell of a way to treat a good fellow like me, now ain't it?
Just because my name's been in the newspapers!" Cooper led his friend toward the window.
"Glad to have you join me," he said.

"I've got a distant relation here--just in from the West.

Wants to see the town." "Rotten town!" growled Collins.

"And the people in it--worse! You're the only good fellow, Tom, I've met all afternoon.

Everybody else looked at me like I had a knife out for 'em.