_I've_ been up since half-past six; had breakfast at seven, fine cutlet, and then got down to the office at twenty minutes of eight.

How's that for rustling, hey ?" "Yes ?" said Vandover, dully.
"But, say," exclaimed Geary, "what's all the matter with _you_?
You look all frazzled out, all pale around the wattles.

Ah, you've been hitting up a pace again.

You're a bird, Van, there's no use talking! All night racket this trip ?".
"I suppose so," answered Vandover, never moving.
"But you _do_ look gone-in this morning, sure," continued Geary, seating himself on the edge of the table and pushing back his hat.

"Never saw you looking so bad; you ought to be more careful, Van; there'll be a smash some time.