"Hi, there, Ranger!" he shouted.

"What the hell! You've been here goin' on six months now, and you're more in the way than you was the first day." Arthur flushed, flashed, clenched his fists; but the planer was between him and Waugh, and that gave Waugh's tremendous shoulders and fists a chance to produce a subduing visual impression.

A man, even a young man, who is nervous on the subject of his dignity, will, no matter how brave and physically competent, shrink from avoidable encounter that means doubtful battle.

And dignity was a grave matter with young Ranger in those days.
"Don't hoist your dander up at me," said Waugh.

"Get it up agin' yourself.