His long' spurs clinked.

He laid a rather compelling hand on Ellen's shoulder.
"Heah, mah gal, give us a kiss," he said.
"Daggs, I'm not your girl," replied Ellen as she slipped out from under his hand.
Then Daggs put his arm round her, not with violence or rudeness, but with an indolent, affectionate assurance, at once bold and self-contained.

Ellen, however, had to exert herself to get free of him, and when she had placed the table between them she looked him square in the eyes.
"Daggs, y'u keep your paws off me," she said.
"Aw, now, Ellen, I ain't no bear," he remonstrated.

"What's the matter, kid ?" "I'm not a kid.

And there's nothin' the matter.