"It would steady me." "The last ones that you smoked didn't appear to steady you," the young engineer retorted.

"Just see how unstrung you are.

Every step you take you imagine you hear rattlers sounding their warning." "Do you tell me, on your sacred honor," proposed Alf, "that you haven't heard a single rattler this afternoon ?" "I give you my most solemn word that I haven't," Tom answered.
"Come, come, Alf! What you want to do is to shake off the trembles.
Let me take your arm.

Now, walk briskly with me.

Inflate your chest with all the air you can get in as we go along.