Dewing, you would never have clapped an eye on that nugget if I had suspected in you so unswerving a loyalty to the gang.

I confess I was disappointed in you--and I count you my right-hand man." The speech of the educated man, in Mr.Zurich, was overlaid with colloquialism and strange idiom, made a second tongue by long familiarity.
"Your left-hand man!" Dewing made the correction with great composure.
"You come to me to help you, because, though you claim all the discredit for your left-handed activities, I furnish a good half of the brains.
And I blabbed--as you so elegantly phrased it--because I am far too intelligent to bite a bulldog for a bone.

Our friends in the Gavilan pride themselves on their nerve.

They are fighting men, if you please--very fearless and gallant.

That suits me.