I'm furious with you.

Do you know that ?" "Don't care--a damn," said Tommy, and forced his quivering lips to a smile.
"You will presently, you--puppy!" said Monck witheringly.

"You're more bother than you're worth.

Come on, Ralston! Give him another dose! Tommy, you hang on, or I'll know the reason why! There, you little ass! What's the matter with you ?" For Tommy's smile had crumpled into an expression of woe in spite of him.

He turned his face into Monck's shoulder, piteously striving to hide his weakness.
"Feel--so beastly--bad," he whispered.
"All right, old fellow, all right! I know." Monck's hand was on his head, soothing, caressing, comforting.