"Is it something good? Do men like it? They all like me. So do the women when they know me—all but Marie."
"You are a four-flusher," repeated the Killer. "That ain't anything good, either. You are a liar, a cheat, a pretender, a hoax.
"You are a cheat. You a War Dog, a hero! Wow, wow, wow! I am half a mind to shake you up for trying to put such a yarn over on me. Don't do it any more, my fine fellow, if you don't want your sleek coat chewed up a bit. I am a rough one, I am. I could chew the nose off you in just about a minute," and he growled even more savagely.
"I didn't mean to offend you," whimpered Pierre. "But I am a War"
"We won't say any more about that," growled the old bull. "You just sit there
