Frank Merriwell's Bravery
"Moses in der pulrushes! Vat you vant? Vas you dryin' to ruin me? Dot medicine gost me ninedy-dree cends a pottle, und I don'd ged a cend discoundt uf I puy dwo pottles. Dake a pottle ad dwenty cends, und I vill go indo pankrupcy."
"Conductaw! Conductaw!" squawked Cholly.
"What is all this noise about?" demanded the conductor, as he came hastily down the aisle and stood scowling at Cholly.
He had overheard all that passed, and he was enjoying it as much as any of the passengers.
"Conductaw," said the dude, with great dignity, "I wish you to instantly wemove this verwy insolent cwecher. He cwoded in thith theat without awsking leave."
"Have you paid for a whole seat?"
"I have paid one fare, thir, and ----"
"So has this gentleman. He is entitled to half of this seat, if he chooses to sit here. Don't bother me again."
The conductor walked away, and Cholly looked at Solomon, faintly gasping:
"Thith gentleman! Gweat Scott!"