Yo' all ain't needin' it--not if you aims to make up yore own words." "C'm _'ere_! You wall-eyed weiner-wurst!" Johnny harshly addressed the horse he was after.

"You've got about as much brains as the rest of this outfit--and that's putting it strong! If I owned you--" "_I'd cir-cle high 's if pass-in' by, then vol-lup bank an' la-a-and_," the voice of Tex roared out in a huge wave that drowned all other sounds, the voices of Bill, Aleck, and Bud trailing raucously after.
Johnny, goaded out of his lofty contempt of them, whirled suddenly and picked up a rock.

Johnny could pitch a very fair ball for an amateur, and the rock went true without any frills or curving deception.

It landed in the middle of Bud Norris's back, and Bud's vocal efforts ended in a howl of pain.
"Serves you right, you devil!" Mary V commented unsympathetically from her perch on the ledge.
Three more rocks ended the concert abruptly and started something else.
Curley had laughed hysterically until the four faced belligerently Johnny's bombardment and started for him.

"Beat it, Johnny! Beat it!" cried Curley then, and made for the fence.
"I will like hell!" snarled Johnny, and gathered more rocks.
"Oh, Johnny! Sudden's comin'!" wailed Curley from the top rail.