"You're sure you're all right," said Hickey.
"Oh, yes."
Conover, in the last ditch, said carefully:
"I don't want no fits around here."
A cry of protest greeted him.
"Well, son, that boy can't stand much more. That's just like the Guzzler. He was taken short and we had to work over him for an hour."
"Conover, shut up!"
"Conover, you're beaten."
"Conover, that's an old game."
"Get out."