Even if you couldn't manage to say that, you ought to start to say it, anyhow, because you-- Keep off o' me! I'm only tryin' to do you a good turn, ain't I ?" "You save your good turns for yourself," Ramsey growled, still advancing upon him.
But the insidious Mitchell, evading him, fled to the other end of the room, picked up his cap, and changed his manner.

"Come on, ole bag o' beans, let's be on our way to the 'frat house'; it's time.

We'll call this all off." "You better!" Ramsey warned him; and they trotted out together.
But as they went along, Fred took Ramsey's arm confidentially, and said, "Now, honestly, Ram, ole man, when _are_ you goin' to--" Ramsey was still red.

"You look here! Just say one more word--" "Oh, _no_," Fred expostulated.

"I mean _seriously_, Ramsey.