The little man's voice was vibrating with feeling. Then Yankee began to understand. "I'll be gol-blamed to a cinder!" he exclaimed, in a low voice, falling back upon a combination that seemed more suitable to the circumstances. "They ain't sendin' him to hell, are they?"
One works all day and goes to night school down to Poughkeepsie. I saved up two years to buy that canoe I was in when I caught your message." "Well, you caught it all right," said Tom, with a note of pride in his usually expressionless voice. "We'll come out all right, though," said Garry, cheerily. "That's what I'm always telling them; only we're so gol-blamed poor."
"This is it, my boy!" exclaimed the colonel, slapping him on the back. "This here trip East. Now we've got 'em over the ropes, by the great and everlasting Sammy!" the form of oath indicating a climax in the colonel's emotion. "Got who?" inquired Ranald, mystified. "Them gol-blamed, cross-road hayseeds down East." And with this the colonel became discreetly silent.