"Charming Billy Boyle ain't got a word to say for himself.

But if yuh ain't plumb sick and disgusted with the spectacle I've made uh myself, yuh can count on me till hell's a skating-rink.

I ain't always thisaway.

I do have spells when I'm some lucid." It was not much, but such as it was it stood for his oath of allegiance.
Alexander P.Dill sat up straight, his long, bony fingers--which Billy could still mentally see gripping the necks of those two in the saloon--lying loosely upon the chair-arms.

"I hope you will not mention the matter again," he said.