"What's mine is his, and what's his is mine, and what's me is both, and what's both is me, barring neither one is my own, but all belong to Master Harvey, and Miss Cora, God bless their souls.

Don't talk of quarreling wid _him_ and being friendly to _me_, ye murtherin' spalpeen! Jist come down here a bit, I say, if ye's got a spick of honor in yer rusty shirt." "My ill-will is not toward you, although, I repeat, if you step in my way you may find it a dangerous matter.

You think I tried to shoot you, but you are mistaken.

Do you suppose I could have come as near and _missed_ without doing so on _purpose_?
To-night I could have brought you and your master, or his wife, and sent you all out of the world in a twinkling.

I've roamed the woods too long to miscarry at a dozen yards." Teddy began to realize that the man told the truth, yet it cannot be said that his anger was abated, although a strong curiosity mingled with it.
"And what's yer raison for acting in that shtyle, to as good a man as iver asked God's blessing on a sunny morning, and who wouldn't tread on one of yer corns, that is, if yer big feet isn't all corns, like a toad's back, as I suspict, from the manner in which ye leaps over the ground." "_He_ knows who I am, and he knows he has given me good cause to remind him of my existence.