Don't imagine that I'm helpless, for I'm not.

In me you behold the master of the world!" "Confound him, I've a good mind to go away and let him have the world to himself," muttered Reade.
But Dick and Dave had already started toward the spot where Amos lay.

The man scrambled to his feet, the old, hunted look coming into his eyes.
"You keep away from me!" he screamed.

"Get away! Clear out! I don't want to hurt you.

I wouldn't harm a fly.