Give me the swipes.

You can jaw till you're blue in the face for what I care.

I don't think it's the friendly touch: that's all.' And he shambled grumbling out of the cell into the staring sun.
The captain watched him clear of the courtyard; then turned to Herrick.
'What is it ?' asked Herrick thickly.
'I'll tell you,' said Davis.

'I want to consult you.

It's a chance we've got.