He blew out his breath and shifted his quid as he sat with his elbows resting on his knees and took another look at the ledges as if considering how much of his strength would be required to move them.
"Have you ever hurt anybody ?" I asked.
"Several," he answered.
"Did you kill 'em ?" "No, I never let myself go too fur.

Bein' so stout, I have to be kind o' careful." After a moment's pause he went on: "A man threatened to lick me up to Seaver's t'other day.

You couldn't blame him.

He didn't know me from a side o' sole leather.

He just thought I was one o' them common, every-day cusses that folks use to limber up on.