On the fight, you understand.
He didn't give a continental for any body.

Beg your pardon, friend, for coming so near saying a cuss-word--but you see I'm on an awful strain, in this palaver, on account of having to cramp down and draw everything so mild.

But we've got to give him up.

There ain't any getting around that, I don't reckon.

Now if we can get you to help plant him--" "Preach the funeral discourse?
Assist at the obsequies ?" "Obs'quies is good.