And I dreaded a mess.

Wounded, I should have had them on my hands to take care of--their great hulks!--and dead I should have had to bury them, and I detest digging in this rocky soil.

You really did me a very great--" Her eyes ranged to something behind Casey and widened at what they saw.
Casey whirled about, ducked a hurtling monkey wrench and rushed Ole, who was getting up awkwardly, his eyes malevolent.

He made a very thorough job of thrashing Ole, and finished by knocking him belly down over the un-hooded engine of the Ford.
"I hope Jawn doesn't suffer from that," the little woman commented whimsically.

"Babe, run and get that rope over there and take it to the gentleman so he can tie Ole's hands together.