I'm sick of you complaining! Enough!

He went into the attack with his rifle cocked and with one up the spout.

In such a perplexity every man asks his fellow, What's best to be done? and being dozzled with fear, thinks every man wiser than himself.

They were tactful toward me, considerate of my feelings, and usually greeted me with encouraging remarks like, Ain't you folks gone bankropt yit? or They's been some real nut-heads drift through here in my time but you birds take the cake.