Give us all fair play.

Don't move now,' sais you, 'for I'm gettin' warm; I'm gettin' spotty on the back, my bristles is up, and I might hurt you with this ruler; it's a tender pint this, for I've rubbed the skin off of a sore place; but I'll tell you a gospel truth, and mind what I tell you, for nobody else has sense enough, and if they had, they hante courage enough.

If you don't make _Englishmen of us_, the force of circumstances will _make Yankees_ of us, as sure as you are born.' He'll stare at that.

He is a clever man, and aint wantin' in gumption.

He is no fool, that's a fact.