But he was angry--"madder 'n hops," in his own vernacular.
"Good-mornin'," he saluted.

"And it's plain by your face you had a comfortable night of it, and no thanks to me." "You weren't worried, were you ?" she asked.
"Worried?
About a Welse?
Who?
Me?
Not on your life.

I was too busy tellin' Crater Lake what I thought of it.

I don't like the water.

I told you so.