He soon recovered himself, though, and said more obstreperously than ever, "If they are, I disown 'em.

None of your faint-hearted people for me.

I despise a chap that gives in before eighty.

I'm Ben Bolt, that is bad to beat.

Death himself isn't going to bowl me out till I've had my innings." "La, sir; pray don't talk so, or you'll anger them above, and, ten to one, upset the train." "That's one for me, and two for yourself, ma'am." "Yes, sir," said the mild soul.