Take _all_ the boards off!" urged Bill, in a burst of generosity.

"You might better be making that bunk over, m'son, than trying to take the whole blamed town apart and put it together again, like you was doing last night." In this way Bill tactfully swung to the subject that lay heavy on his mind.
Jack borrowed a match, cupped his fingers around his lips that wanted to part in a smile, and lighted his before-breakfast cigarette--though the sun hung almost straight overhead.
"So that's it," he observed, when the smoke took on the sweet aroma of a very mild tobacco.

"I saw by the back of your neck that you had something on your mind.

What's the matter, Bill?
Don't you think the old town needs taking apart ?" "Oh, it needs it, all right.

But it's too big a job for one man to tackle.