Your privilege--my bad luck.
Sail in, ol' man.

What's y'r objection to me fer a son-in-law ?" "Don't you worry, young feller.

I'll come at it soon enough," went on Bacon, as he turned up another burr in a very awkward corner.

In his nervous excitement the wrench slipped, banging his knuckle.
"Ouch! Thunder--m-m-m!" howled and snarled the wounded man.
"What's the matter?
Bark y'r knuckle ?" queried Lime, feeling a mighty impulse to laugh.

But when he saw the old savage straighten up and glare at him he sobered.