Oh, I take a glass of beer with the boys once in a while on a hot day, but it's my lay to keep sober.

A drunken man is a soft mark." He changed the subject: "Seems to me you're a good deal grayer." Mr.Excell ran his fingers through the tumbled heap of his grizzled hair.

"Yes; things are troubling me a little.

The McPhails are fighting me in the church, and intend to throw me out and ruin me if they can, but I shall fight them till the bitter end.

I am not to be whipped out like a dog." "That's the talk! Don't let 'em run you out.