I told him warmly that he had done for me more that day than all my relations put together ever did.
"Oh, no, no," says he.

"I guess it's that shipment of explosives waiting down the river which has done most for you.

Forty tons of dynamite have been your best friend to-day, young man." "That was true too, perhaps.

Anyway I saw clearly enough that I had nothing to thank myself for.

But as I tried to thank him, he checked my stammering.
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me," says he.