morning,
noon
growled M'Ginnis , black brows fierce and scowling , `` a hell of a lot you care for Hermy , I -- do n't think ! '' `` Say now , you Bud , whatcher mean ? '' demanded Spike , quivering with sudden anger . `` Just this , Kid -- what kind of a brother are ye t ' go lettin ' that noo pal o ' yours -- that guy you call Geoff -- go sneaking round her morning , noon , an ' night ? '' `` You cut that out , Bud M'Ginnis . Geoff do n't ! Geoff ai n't that kind . ''