Now and then he varied his musical programme with remarks addressed to the zinc-eater.
"Go on, you old crash-basher! Chew it up! It's good for you, if you don't try to bolt your vittles.

Fletcherize, you pig! That's right--YOU'LL never get a lump in your gizzard.

Want some more?
Here's a nice, shiny one." The words were indistinguishable, but Sheridan inclined his head to Gurney's ear and shouted fiercely: "Talkin' to himself! By George!" Gurney laughed reassuringly, and shook his head.
Bibbs returned to song: Chang! Chang, bash, chang! It's I! WHO looks a mustang in the eye?
Fearless and bo-- His father grasped him by the arm.

"Here!" he shouted.

"Let ME show you how to run a strip through there.