How's your good health ?" He was squirming good and plenty, by that time, and I let him go.

I acted the fool, all right, and I don't tell it to have any one think I was a smart young sprig; I'm just putting it out straight as it happened.
Frosty stood back, and I noticed, out of the tail of my eye, that he was ready for trouble and expecting it to come in bunches; and I didn't know, myself, but what I was due for new ventilators in my system.
But King never did a thing but stand and hold his hand and look at me.
I couldn't even guess at what he thought.

In half a minute or less he got his horse by the bridle again--with his left hand--and went limping off ahead of us to the stable, saying things in his collar.
"You blasted fool," Frosty muttered to me.

"You've done it real pretty, this time.

That old Siwash'll cut your throat, like as not, to pay for all those insulting remarks and that hand-shake." "First time I ever insulted a man by shaking hands and telling him I was glad to see him," I retorted.