None the less I'll slate him.

I'll slate him ponderously in the Cataclysm.' 'Good luck to you; but I fancy nothing short of a crowbar would make Dick wince.

His soul seems to have been fired before we came across him.
He's intensely suspicious and utterly lawless.' 'Matter of temper,' said the Nilghai.

'It's the same with horses.

Some you wallop and they work, some you wallop and they jib, and some you wallop and they go out for a walk with their hands in their pockets.' 'That's exactly what Dick has done,' said Torpenhow.