The work ain't goin' to hurt you if you haven't got her to worry you, and you can get shut o' this nasty whiskey-guzzlin'; it ain't fastened on you yet.

Don't say--" "It's no use on earth," Roscoe mumbled.

"No use on earth." "Look here! If you want another month's vacation--" "I know Gurney told you, so what's the use talking about 'vacations' ?" "Gurney!" Sheridan vociferated the name savagely.

"It's Gurney, Gurney, Gurney! Always Gurney! I don't know what the world's comin' to with everybody runnin' around squealin', 'The doctor says this,' and, 'The doctor says that'! It makes me sick! How's this country expect to get its Work done if Gurney and all the other old nanny-goats keep up this blattin'-- 'Oh, oh! Don't lift that stick o' wood; you'll ruin your NERVES!' So he says you got 'nervous exhaustion induced by overwork and emotional strain.' They always got to stick the Work in if they see a chance! I reckon you did have the 'emotional strain,' and that's all's the matter with you.

You'll be over it soon's this woman's gone, and Work's the very thing to make you quit frettin' about her." "Did Gurney tell you I was fit to work ?" "Shut up!" Sheridan bellowed.