The talk of the men in the front seat had fallen again on dogs, Stewart maintaining with ever increasing vehemence his expert knowledge of dogs, of hunting dogs, and very especially of setter hunting dogs; his friend, while granting his knowledge of dogs in general, questioning the unprejudiced nature of his judgment as far as Slipper was concerned.
As Duff's declarations grew in violence they became more and more elaborately decorated with profanity.

In the full tide of their conversation a quiet voice broke in: "Too many 'damns.'" "What!" exclaimed Duff.
"I beg your pardon!" said Sandy.
"Too many 'damns,'" said Barry, looking quietly at Duff.
"Dams?
Where ?" said Duff, looking about.
"Beaver dams, do you mean ?" enquired Sandy.

"I don't see any." "Too many 'damns,'" reiterated Barry.

"You don't need them.

You really don't need them, you know, and besides, they are not right.