"Sergeant Hamlin, Seventh Cavalry." "Oh!" the exclamation came from between clenched teeth.

"Hell, man, you startled me." "So I see; nervous disposition, I reckon.

Well, are you going quietly, or shall I hoist you over the rail ?" "I had an appointment here." "Can't help that, partner.

This porch is going to be vacant inside of one minute, or there is a declaration of war.

Your easiest way out is through that window, but you can go by rail if you prefer." The black beard wasted half his allowed time in an effort at bluster; then, to Hamlin's utter disgust, slunk through the open window and across the darkened parlor.
"The pusillanimous cuss," the latter muttered, "he 's worse than a cur dog.