"A joke's a joke, but that's a little too much; ain't it, Ros." "Too much be darned!" scoffed Hallet.

"We'll show 'em! Now, boys!" The groans were not given.

I sprang into the road, seized the horse by the bridle and backed the wagon into the bank.

Tim, insecurely balanced, fell off the seat and joined his comrades on the cart floor.
"Hi!" shouted the startled driver.

"What you doin', Ros?
What's that for ?" "You go back where you come from," I ordered.