It won't do me any good to keep my mouth shut now, an', if you say so, it may help me to squeal.
But, fer the Lord's sake, have one of these rotten doctors give me something to make me sleep.

Don't they know what morphine is for ?" Growling and cursing at the doctors, Bill was moved into the office.
Anderson came in from the dining-room at that juncture, visibly excited.
"I've got a confession from Gregory," he said.

"He confesses that he oughter be hung." "What!" "That's what he said--'y ginger.

Here's his very words, plain as day: 'I oughter be hung half a dozen times.' 'What fer ?' says I.'Fer bein' sech a damned ass,' said he.

'But that ain't a hangable offence,' said I.
You know, I kinder like Gregory, spite of all.