"I've had worse snips than that from a pencil-sharpener." "Oh no, you haven't!" said Gurney.
"I have, too!" Sheridan retorted, angrily.

"Bibbs, you go on back to your work.

There's no reason to stand around here watchin' ole Doc Gurney tryin' to keep himself awake workin' on a scratch that only needs a little court-plaster.

I slipped, or it wouldn't happened.

You get back on your job." "All right," said Bibbs.
"HERE!" Sheridan bellowed, as his son was passing out of the door.
"You watch out when you're runnin' that machine! You hear what I say?
I slipped, or I wouldn't got scratched, but you--YOU'RE liable to get your whole hand cut off! You keep your eyes open!" "Yes, sir." And Bibbs returned to the zinc-eater thoughtfully.
Half an hour later, Gurney touched him on the shoulder and beckoned him outside, where conversation was possible.