CHAPTER XX
"LORD LIONEL MONTAGUE"
"You can't get on here!"
"But I've got a paus, don't you know."
"Paws? Yes, I see," said Lemuel Fogg. "Take 'em off the tender, son, or you'll get a jerk that will land you, for we're going to start up pretty soon."
"Hawdly—I have a right here, my man—I've got a paus, don't you know."
"See here, my friend, if you are bound for Hadley, this isn't the train."
"I didn't say Hadley, sir, I said 'hawdly.'"
"He means hardly, Mr. Fogg," put in Ralph, "and he is trying to tell you he has a pass."
"Why don't he talk English, then?" demanded the fireman of No. 999 contemptuously, while the person who had aroused his dislike looked indignant and affronted, and now, extending a card to Ralph, climbed up into the tender.
He was a stranger to the engineer—a man Ralph could not remember having seen before.
