Put out that cigarette!" The pale eyes of Jansen stared, fascinated; the vast mouth fell agape.
"Maybe," he began, and then finished weakly: "I be damned!" "There ain't no reasonable way of doubtin' that unless you put out that smoke.

Hear me ?" Shorty Kilrain, coming from the kitchen, grinned broadly.

Having felt the lash of discipline himself, he was glad to see it fall in another place.

He continued his gleeful course around that side of the table.
And big Jansen slowly, imperturbably, raised the cigarette and inhaled a mighty cloud of smoke which issued at once in a rushing, fine blue mist, impelled by a snort.
"Maybe," he rumbled, completing his thought, "maybe you're one damn fool!" "I'm going to learn you who's boss in these parts," boomed Lawlor.

"Put out that cigarette! Don't you know no better than to smoke at the table ?" Jansen pushed back his chair and started to rise.