Step out where people can see you." "I'm hungry, mister." He had now taken in the width of O'Day's shoulders and the length of his forearm.

He had also seen the stick.
Felix stepped back one pace and slipped his hand down the blackthorn.
"Move on, I tell you, where I can look you over--quick!--I mean it." "I ain't much to look at." The threat was out of his voice now.

"I ain't eaten nothin' since yisterday, mister, and I got that out of a ash-barrel.

I'm up agin it hard.

Can't you see I ain't lyin'?
You ain't never starved or you'd know.