I've got rights, I have, and--" "Blast your rights!" "What?
WHAT?
Blast my rights, hey?
Oh, yes! Think because you've got money you can cheat me out of 'em, do you?
Well, you can't! And how about the other part of those rights?
S'pose I walk right into that house and--" "Stop it! Shut up! You'd better not--" "And into that bedroom and just say: 'Emmie, here's your--'" He didn't finish the sentence.

Captain Cy's big fist struck him fairly between the eyes, and the back of his head struck the walk with a "smack!" Then, through the fireworks which were illuminating his muddled brain, he heard the captain's voice.
"You low - down, good - for - nothin' scamp!" growled Captain Cy.

"All this day I've been hatin' myself for the way I've acted to you.

I've hated myself and been tryin' to spunk up courage to say 'It's all off!' But I was too much of a coward, I guess.

And now the Lord A'mighty has MADE me say it.