Then there are the Poughkeepsie boats, which go every other day.

Or there is what we call the canal boat." "Oh," I said.

"Well now, which would you advise me to--" He jumped to his feet with a cry, and stood glaring down at me with a gleam in his eyes which was positively murderous.
"You villain!" he hissed in low tones of concentrated fury, "so that's your game, is it?
I'll give you something that you'll want advice about," and he whipped out a six-chambered revolver.
I felt hurt.

I also felt that if the interview were prolonged I might feel even more hurt.

So I left him without a word, and drifted over to the other end of the car, where I took up a position between a stout lady and the door.
I was still musing upon the incident, when, looking up, I observed my elderly friend making towards me.