I want to speak to you," replied Silk.
"I don't want to speak to you," replied Gilks, moving on.
"Don't you ?" replied Silk, with a sneer.

"You'll have to do it whether you want or not, my boy." There was something about the Welcher which had the effect of cowing his companion, and Gilks, fuming inwardly, and with a face as black as thunder, said, "Well--say what you've got to say, and be done with it." Silk laughed.
"Thank you.

I'll take my time, not yours.

Which way are you going ?" "No way at all," said Gilks, standing still.
"Very well.

I'm going this way.