I just love to talk.

I am the original tongue-tied man; I ebb and flow.

Don't let me hear a word from any of you! Well, pardner ?" Foy, still kneeling in fascinated amaze, now rose.

Creagan's nose was bleeding profusely.
"That was one awful wallop you handed our gimlet-eyed friend," said Pringle admiringly.

"Neatest bit of work I ever saw.