Now tell us all about it just what you said and just what he said and just what talk there was back and forth." "Gosh-all-Hemlock!" spluttered Billy, not yet equal to his best narrative style. We waited. He drew a dozen long breaths before he was again the cold, self-possessed, steely-eyed avenger.
Why, I says, 'what's the difference between me an' these here women-folks except that I wear a beard an' smoke a pipe?" "Then why don't yew git up?" demanded the inexorable Samuel. "Git up an' fool 'em; or, gosh-all-hemlock! they'll be measurin' yew fer yer coffin next week.