He took the way of savagery out of unexpected embarrassment.
"Th-that 's enough, now, Swanson," he commanded, the stutter largely vanishing before the requirement of deeds.

"Th-this is no c-continuous vaudeville, an' ther curtain's rung d-down on yer act.

Mike, yer ol' varmint, if yer do any more swearin' while ther lady's yere I 'll knock ther words back down yer throat.

Yer know me, so shut up.

Th-thar'll be fightin' in p-plenty fer both o' yer presently, the way things look.
Now, vamoose, the two o' yer, an' be quiet about it.