"He may be small, He may be good, but one thing's sure, he's tough." "And strong of stale tobacco." "He'll pull through." "You only say so. Not another house Or shelter to put into from this place To theirs. I'm going to call his wife again." "Wait and he may. Let's see what he will do. Let's see if he will think of her again. But then I doubt he's thinking of himself. He doesn't look on it as anything." "He shan't go--there!" "It is a night, my dear." "One thing: he dicing drag God into it." "He don't consider it a case for God." "You think so, do you? You don't know the kind. He's getting up a miracle this minute. Privately—-to himself, right now, he's thinking He'll make a case of it if he succeeds, But keep still if he fails." "Keep still all over. He'll be dead--dead and buried." "Such a trouble! Not but I've every reason not to care What happens to him if it only takes Some of the sanctimonious conceit Out of one of those pious scalawags." "Nonsense to that! You want to see him safe." "You like the runt." "Don't you a little?" "Well, I don't like what he's doing, which is what You like, and like him for." "Oh, yes, you do You like your fun as well as anyone; Only you women have to put these airs on To impress men. You've got us so ashamed Of being men we can't look at a good fight Between two boys and not feel bound to stop it. Let the man freeze an ear or two, I say.—- He's here. I leave him all to you. Go in And save his life.—-All right, come in, Meserve Sit down, sit down. How did you find the horses?" "Fine, fine." "And ready for some more? My wife here Says it won't do. You've got to give it up." "Won't you to please me? Please! If I say please? Mr. Meserve, I'll leave it to _your_ wife. What _did_ your wife say on the telephone?"