Ain't dat right, Billie ?" "Sure, Mike," responded his companion in tones of conviction.
"Oh, hell," said Pete, easily.

"Go fall on yerself." The two men again began to laugh.
"What deh hell is dat talkin' ?" cried the companion.
"Damned if I knows," replied Jimmie with exaggerated contempt.
Pete made a furious gesture.

"Git outa here now, an' don' make no trouble.

See?
Youse fellers er lookin' fer a scrap an' it's damn likely yeh'll fin' one if yeh keeps on shootin' off yer mout's.

I know yehs! See?
I kin lick better men dan yehs ever saw in yer lifes.
Dat's right! See?
Don' pick me up fer no stuff er yeh might be jolted out in deh street before yeh knows where yeh is.