"I don't want it.

I've no use for such things" Black took his weapon, gasped, then, seizing it by the barrel, leaped at Tom, intent on battering his head.
"Here, what's the trouble ?" cried Mr.Thurston, appearing around the corner of the cook house and promptly seizing Black by the collar of his flannel shirt.
"Nothing much, sir," laughed Tom.

"Mr.Black has just been showing me how bad men behave out in this part of the country." "This boy is a troublesome cub, Mr.Thurston," declared Black hotly.

"Do you see what he has done to my revolvers" "How did Reade come to have it ?" inquired Mr.Thurston.
"He snatched it away from me." "Reade, is this true ?" demanded the chief engineer, turning to the youth.
"Yes, sir; as far as the story goes." "Tell me the whole truth of this affair," ordered Mr.Thurston sternly.
Tom started to do so, modestly, but Black broke in angrily at points in the narrative.
"The principal thing that I have against Mr.Black," Tom said, "is that he spoiled all my drawing work of this morning." "Yes; but how did I come to do it ?" insisted the newcomer.

"You pushed me against your drawing table." Tom started with astonishment.
"My friend," he remarked, "Baron Munchausen never had anything on you!" "Careful, Reade! Don't pass the lie," ordered the chief engineer sternly.