I won't have it." He rose while she clung to him; he seemed a little dazed.

It was the first time he had ever been thrown, and he could not but feel a certain respect for his opponent, but he could not give way.
"Pack up yer duds," he snarled, "an' git off'n my land.

I'll have the money fer ye when ye come back.

I'll give ye jest five minutes to git clear o' here.

Merry, you stay here." The young man saw it was useless to remain, as it would only excite the old man; and so, with a look of apology, not without humor, at Marietta, he went to the house to get his valise.