Rot! I won't work, and you can't.

That's all there is about that.

Don't be an ass! Come along.

We'll go out first and see Captain Kneebone." And when Rudolph, faithful to certain tradesmen snoring in Bremen, would have protested mildly, he let fly a stinging retort, and did not regain his temper until they had passed the outskirts of the village.

Yet even the quarrel seemed part of some better understanding, some new, subtle bond between two lonely men.
Before them opened a broad field dotted with curious white disks, like bone buttons thrown on a green carpet.