"It makes me sick.

Such--such SLOOP.

Take it away.

I'll have mine straight, if you don't mind." "That's good for your stomach, Buck," observed young Osterman; "makes it go down kind of sort of slick; don't you see?
Sloop, hey?
That's a good name." "Look here, don't you call me Buck.

You don't seem to have any sense, and, besides, it ISN'T good for my stomach.