Maybe he's a sissy chap, and will howl at your guns and spiders.

Perhaps he'll prefer autumn leaves and worsted mottoes for decoration." "Not much he will," contested the other.

"No son of Walter Neilson's could be a sissy.

Neilson was the best half-back in ten years at Harvard, and he was always in for everything going that was worth while.
'Autumn leaves and worsted mottoes' indeed! Bah!" "All right; but there's still a dark horse in the case, you know.

We mustn't forget--Spunk." The elder man stirred uneasily.
"Bert, what do you suppose that creature is?
You don't think Cyril can be right, and that it's a--monkey ?" "'You never can tell,'" quoted Bertram, merrily.