But he went straight to headquarters with his tale uh woe, and the Old Man is kinda uncertain these days, on account uh not being right sure uh the widow.

He feels just about obliged to keep the Pilgrim smoothed down; he ain't worth his grub, if you ask me." "Oh, I ain't thinking nothing at all about it," Billy lied proudly.
"If the Old Man feels like canning me, that there's his funeral.

I reckon maybe he likes the Pilgrim's breed better for a change.

And I wouldn't be none surprised if I could get a job with some other outfit, all right.

I ain't aiming to starve--nor yet ride grub-line." "When you analyze the thing right down to fundamentals," observed the foreman, whom men called "Jawbreaker" for obvious reasons, "it's a cussed shame.