He offered a fresh one to his guest, but the offer was declined.
"No, thank you," observed the captain.

"I've been yarnin' away so fast that my breath's been too busy to keep this one goin'.

There's consider'ble left yet.

This is a better smoke than I'm used to gettin' at the store down home.

I tell Ryder--he's our storekeeper and postmaster--that he must buy his cigars on the reel and cut 'em off with the scissors.