Craig, with no scent for sarcasm so delicate, pushed on with enthusiasm: "The safety-pin's the mainstay of bachelor life," said he rhetorically. "It's his badge of freedom. Why, I can even repair socks with it!" -- "Throw that shirt away," said Arkwright, with a contemptuous switch of his cane. "Put on another. You're not dressing for a shindy in a shack." -- Craig surveyed the shiny surface ruefully. "What's the matter with this? " he demanded. -- "Oh, nothing," replied Arkwright, in disgust. "Only, it looks more like something to roof a house with than like linen for a civilized man." -- Craig reared. "But, damn it, Grant, I'm not civilized. I'm a wild man, and I'm going to stay wild."