Mr.
Pringle, you have done a fine thing.

I apologize to you." "Why, that all goes without saying, my boy.

As for my part--why, I don't bother much about a blue tin heaven or a comic-supplement hell, but I'm right smart interested in right here and now.

It's a right nice little old world, take it by and large, and I like to help out at whatever comes my way, if it takes fourteen innings.

But, so long as you feel that way about it, maybe you'll believe me now, when I say that Christopher Foy was with me all last night and he didn't shoot Dick Marr." "That's right," said Foy.