That's more'n I ever done for anybody afore.

Ye've treated me white, ye have, Boss," he said, looking at Tom, "and I've--I've--" Spike gulped and swallowed hard.

"I've opined ter do ye dirt." Spike struggled for more words, and then, to the amazement of his fellows, sank into his seat with tears rolling down his cheeks.
A jack laughed.

Hippy fixed him with a stern look.

Tom Gray rose gravely.
"Don't laugh, fellows," he admonished.