"What?"
"Seriously."
"Say on."
"Now, seriously, Tom, do you think you can hit it?"
"Don't know; going to try's much as in me. Biff!"
"Hold up," said McNab, staying his hand. "Tom, I'm going to appeal to you as man to man."
"Appeal."
"You understand—as man to man."
"Sure."
"You're a man; I'm a man."