kid, there's something in you that don't work right! Why didn't you take care of him while you had him? Now you've got just four minutes by the watch; either hustle around and hunt, or drop off the train and hunt--what's that? Now don't you give me any slack, you black-muzzled tarrier, or I'll have the fear of God thrown into you too quick. Get out of here now! Get out of my way!"
The man slouched off, and made a hasty search around the station. A woman's face--scarcely an improvement on the man's--leaned out of the car window and jeered at the hunter, who cursed her back savagely.
The man walked up to Jim. "Say, did yer see a kid go by here, Mister?"
With a shrug of his shoulders, Jim asked him that question in Mr. Ollendorf's French method, about the pink-and-green overcoat of the shoemaker's wife's sister.
The man showered low abuse on what he supposed was a foreigner, until Jim's ribs rose with the desire to kill him.
"Ayr, wot are yer wastin' time wid th' Dago fur?" ca