His hand when closed looked formidable enough to knock down an ox.
"How do you do, professor ?" saluted Bruce.
"Waryer," growled the man, still keeping his feet on the table.

"So it's you, is it?
Dis ain't your day." "I know it, but I decided to come around just the same.

I am not getting the flesh off as fast as I ought." "Hey ?" roared the man, letting his feet fall with a crash.

"Wot's dat?
D'yer men ter say I ain't doin' a good job wid yer?
Wot der blazes!" "Oh, you are doing all right, professor, but I find I must be in condition sooner than I thought.

My gymnasium exercise doesn't seem to--" "Dat gymnasium work is no good--see?
I knows wot I'm givin' yer, too.