An' now you've gone an' let him go--just like that," he finished, snapping his fingers angrily.
In David's face there was no contrition.

There was only incredulous horror.
"You mean, YOU tied him there, on purpose ?" "Sure I did!" "But he didn't like it.

Couldn't you see he didn't like it ?" cried David.
"Like it! What if he didn't?
I didn't like ter have my corn pulled up, either.

See here, sonny, you no need ter look at me in that tone o' voice.

I didn't hurt the varmint none ter speak of--ye see he could fly, didn't ye ?--an' he wa'n't starvin'.