He was smooth-faced and pug-nosed, with an upper lip like a camel's.
"He didn't pay much attention to us, nor to anybody else, for the matter of that.

He was as mournful as a hearse, for all his joyful togs.
"'Fine day, ain't it ?' says Sim, social.
"The tall chap looked up at him from under the deck of the beaver hat.
"'Huh!' he growls out, and looks down again.
"'I say it's a fine day,' said Phinney again.
"'I was after hearin' yez say it,' says the man, and walks off, scowlin' like a meat ax.

We looked after him.
"'Who was that murderer ?' asks Sim of the clerk.

'And when are they going to hang him ?' "'S-sh-sh!' whispers the clerk, scart.

''Tis the boss.