I don't mind a bit him being grumpy with us.

He swore at me all the time he held my leg, but that was only his way of telling me to stick to the boat-hook.

Old Symons is awfully excitable--isn't he?
No--not the little fair chap--the other, the big one with a beard.

When we pulled him in he groaned, "Oh, my leg! oh, my leg!" and turned up his eyes.

Fancy such a big chap fainting like a girl.