I'm afraid I couldn't resist the temptation to throw the ball square at his head every time, if he was behind the bat.
I want him to stay out!" "Well, you're a fool!" Pike snapped, striding toward the door.

"I never thought you'd do a thing like that.

You are no more like the old Badger than a calf is like a mountain-lion.

You had some fire in you once, but you have become as soft as a ninny.

The whole thing simply makes me sick." Badger's face was red and his neck veins were swelling.
"I'm not used to any such talk whatever, Pike!" he exclaimed, as Pike hurled these sentences back at him from the doorway.