I ain't had work for my hands for five years.

I need exercise, I do." The mouth of Jansen stirred, but no words came.

A hopeless yearning was in his eyes.

But he dropped the cigarette and ground it under his heel.
"I thought," growled Lawlor, "that you knew your master, but don't make no mistake again.

Speakin' personal, I don't think no more of knockin' down a Swede than I do of flickin' the ashes off'n a cigar." He indulged in a side glance at Bard to see if the latter were properly impressed, but Anthony was staring blankly straight before him, unable, to all appearances, to see anything of what was happening.
"Kilrain," went on Lawlor, "trot out some cigars.