“The tramp set the mouse and his child down at the edge of the road and wound up the father. ‘Be tramps,’ he said, and turned and walked away with the dog at his heels.”
“Yes, but what sort of men? Broken down tramps and good for nothings, fellows who have spent all their money drinking, and want to get more for it. Do you want me to believe that with these arms and he would clench his fists and hold them up in the air, so that you might see the rolling muscles that with these arms people will ever let me starve?”