If it is, I 'm with him." The gambler caught his breath sharply, for an instant utterly speechless, his face pallid with rage.

Then the fierce, angry words burst forth in unrestrained torrent through the calm of his accustomed self-control.
"Oh, you 'll play hell, you infernal cur.

Do it, and I 'll guarantee you 'll get a bullet in the brain, even if you are old Winston's son.
We 've got a way of taking care of your kind out here when you get too gay.

You 're with him, are you?
Well, I 'm damned if you ever get any chance even to sit in the game.

We 'll get you, and get you early, see if we don't.