"Well, there's something I'd like to say that it ain't safe to say, Bud.

I'd hate like hell to see you get in trouble.

Go as far as you like having fun--but--oh, hell! What's the use ?" He turned abruptly and went inside, leaving Bud staring after him rather blankly.
Jerry did not strike Bud as being the kind of a man who goes around interfering with every other man's business.

He was a quiet, good-natured young fellow with quizzical eyes of that mixed color which we call hazel simply because there is more brown than gray or green.

He did not talk much, but he observed much.