He's sore, anyway.

Some one's been telling him he practically made us a present of his stuff." "Hell!" said Luck.

"Why didn't you say so ?" "Why didn't you say that you were turning that stuff into farce-comedy ?" Martinson came back sharply.

"I could have told you it wouldn't get by.

I knew Brown wouldn't stand for anything like that; and I knew he could put the gaff into us on that 'manner befitting' clause." "It's a wonder you wouldn't have jarred loose from some of that wisdom," Luck observed tartly.