I've got to make an excuse--I've got to get that blamed uniform pressed somehow--I suppose it's creased from the dampness in that locker.

I've got to straighten matters out if I can.

I just managed to save my life, and by heck, I'll be lucky if I can just save my honor and that's the plain truth." "So you see I've got a lot to do," he said, "and you've got just the one thing to do, and that's a cinch.

It's to keep your mouth shut--see?
Suppose the old gent knew about this.

Suppose my sister knew I was within a quarter of a mile of the house and didn't go to see them.