Here, let's pick um up." He and Old Grannis went up and down the flight, gathering up the fish, the lentils, and the sadly battered cabbage.

Marcus was raging over the pusillanimity of Alexander, of which Maria had just told him.
"I'll cut him in two--with the whip," he shouted.

"I will, I will, I say I will, for a fact.

He wouldn't fight, hey?
I'll give um all the fight he wants, nasty, mangy cur.

If he won't fight he won't eat.