Well, you'd think a man would be sort of fussed up himself, over that kind of a deal.

But what does the boss do?
He rides home with me, sayin' nothin' pretty regular--with a face on him as long as the moral law--an' then some.

I ain't got no rope on him--an' that's a fact.

But he's all wool an' a yard wide--ain't he, Blackburn ?".