My jacket's just as tight as yourn, an' I want to sleep an' forget it." "How long have you been in ?" I asked, thinking him a new-comer compared to the centuries I had already suffered.
"Since day before yesterday," was his answer.
"I mean in the jacket," I amended.
"Since day before yesterday, brother." "My God!" I screamed.
"Yes, brother, fifty straight hours, an' you don't hear me raisin' a roar about it.

They cinched me with their feet in my back.

I am some tight, believe _me_.

You ain't the only one that's got troubles.

You ain't ben in an hour yet." "I've been in hours and hours," I protested.
"Brother, you may think so, but it don't make it so.