"Better save your breath, young feller. You won't have it very long, so save what you can of it."
Truxton was silent for a moment, analysing this unique remark. "You mean I am to stop breathing altogether?"
"Something like that."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? Well, who does?"
"You'll find out when the boss gets good and ready."
"You are a fine American!"
"Look here, young feller, I've been polite to you, so don't get gay. I'll come over there and kick your jaw in."
"Come ahead. Anything to break the monotony."