I'd about given up hopin' you would." He brought forward a chair, unceremoniously dumping two stacks of carefully sorted and counted vanes and sailors from its seat to the floor prior to doing so.

Major Grover declined to sit.
"I should like to, but I mustn't," he said.

"And I shouldn't claim credit for deliberately making you a social call.

I came--that is, I was sent here on a matter of--er--well, first aid to the injured.
I came to see if you would lend me a crank." Jed looked at him.

"A--a what ?" he asked.
"A crank, a crank for my car.