Come back soon, soldier." With a wave of the hand he was gone.

"Not a care in the world she has," Crozier said to Jesse Bulrush.

"She's the sunniest creature Heaven ever made." "Too skittish for me," responded the other with a sidelong look, for he had caught a note in Crozier's voice which gave him a sudden suspicion.
"You want the kind you can drive with an oatstraw and a chirp--eh, my friend ?" "Well, I've got what I want," was the reply.

"Neither of us 'll kick over the traces." "You are a lucky man," replied Crozier.

"You've got a remarkably big prize in the lottery.