"Let's git out, mister," cried Old Bill, clutching Mortimer's arm.
There is no need for Miss or Mister in the savage jungle, Virginia.
So I sed to him, "Mister, did you lose anythin' 'round here any place?"
I don't believe you, Mister Duncan—or whatever your name is.
Mister Tom he locked him up last night in one of the south bedrooms.
That "Mister Madden" from the mate ...