When I shut my fist there's not one of them can open it.

No, not with a CHISEL." He turned to Hilma again.

"Well, when a man's hated as much as that, it stands to reason, don't it, Miss Hilma, that the few friends he has got he wants to keep?
I'm not such an entire swine to the people that know me best--that jackass, Presley, for instance.

I'd put my hand in the fire to do him a real service.

Sometimes I get kind of lonesome; wonder if you would understand?
It's my fault, but there's not a horse about the place that don't lay his ears back when I get on him; there's not a dog don't put his tail between his legs as soon as I come near him.