Those boys--" "Not excited ?--and somebody jumping--our--ranch ?" Phoebe's soft eyes gleamed at him.

She was pale, so that her face had a peculiar, ivory tint.
"Now, now!" Baumberger put out a puffy hand admonishingly.

"Let's keep cool--that's half the battle won.

Keep cool." He reached for his pipe, got out his twisted leather tobacco pouch, and opened it with a twirl of his thumb and finger.
"You're a lawyer, Mr.Baumberger," Peaceful turned to him, still helpless in his manner.

"What's the best thing to be done ?" "Don't--get--excited." Baumberger nodded his head for every word.
"That's what I always say when a client comes to me all worked up.