It's going to be still to-day--and hot, I think.

You better get up." "Aw, that's right! You've got the upper hand, and so you can go ahead and abuse me like a dog--and I ain't got any come-back.

It was Bland this and that, when you wanted the plane repaired.

Now you've got it, and it's git-ta-hell and git busy.

Pull a gun on me, beat me up--accuse me of things I never done--drag me outa bed before daylight--" His self-pitying whine droned on monotonously, but he nevertheless got into his clothes and pottered around the plane by the light of the lantern and the flaring fire Johnny started.
The one praiseworthy thing he could do he did conscientiously.