I been going over the damn thing, all night--and you can do it for me.

I know you can do it," he gave way in a plea that was almost a whimper.

"Look here! You see if you can't.

I'll make it all right with you.

I'll pay you whatever you think is right--whatever you say." "Oh!" said Burnamy, in otherwise unutterable disgust.
"You kin," Stoller went on, breaking down more and more into his adopted Hoosier, in the stress of his anxiety.