It's not like you, lad.

You cannot help your trouble that way." Young Matt turned over to face his friend; "I know it, Dad;" he growled defiantly; "but I just got to say somethin'; I ain't meanin' no disrespect to God 'lmighty, and I reckon He ought to know it; but--" he broke forth again.
Pete drew back in alarm.

"Look your trouble in the face, lad," said the shepherd; "don't let it get you down like this." "Look it in the face!" roared the other.

"Good God! that's just it! ain't I a lookin' it in the face every day?
You don't know about it, Dad.

If you did, you--you'd cuss too." He started in again.
"I know more than you think, Grant," said the other, when the big fellow had stopped swearing to get his breath.