hear you talk!"

"What have my friends done to you?" asked Yerkes.

"I was looking for a lord. They pretended to be lords."

"What? Both of 'em?"

"No, it is one lord I am looking for."

"One lord, one faith, one baptism!" said Yerkes profanely.
"And you found two? What's your worry? I'll pretend to be a third if
that'll help you any!"

"Gentlemen," said the Greek, rising to his full height and letting his
rage begin to gather again, "you play with me. That is not well! You
waste my time. That is not wise! I come in all innocence, looking for
a certain lord--a real genuine lord--the Earl of Montdidier and
Kirscrubbrightshaw--my God, what a name!"

"I'm Mundidier," said a level voice, and the Greek faced about like a
man attacked. Monty had entered the barroom and stood listening with
calm amusement, that for some strange reason exasperated the Greek less
than our attitude had done, at least for the moment. When the first
flush of surprise had died he grinned and grew gallant.

"My own name is Georges Coutlass, my Lord!" He made a sweeping bow,
almost touching the floor with the brim of his cowboy hat, and then
crossing his breast with it.