"I don't want no gun-muzzles pinted at me.

Take a-hold of that little tree, and then reach me your hand." Harry seized a young tree that grew on the very edge of the bank, and as soon as Tony managed to flop himself near enough, Harry leaned over and took hold of his outstretched hand and gave him a jerk forward with all his strength.

Over went Tony, splash on his face in the water, and Harry came very near going in head-foremost on top of him.

But he recovered himself, and, not having loosed his grip of Tony's hand, he succeeded, with a mighty effort, in dragging the turkey-hunter's head out of the water; and, after a desperate struggle with the mud, Tony managed to get on his feet again.
"I don't know," said he, blowing the water out of his mouth and shaking his dripping head, "but what I'd 'most as lieve be shot as ducked that way.

Don't you jerk so hard again.