"Where's the use o' stopping with chaps as always want to quarrel ?" "I don't want to quarrel," I said.
"And I'm sure I don't," said Big.

"I hate it." "More don't I," growled Bob.

"It's Sep Duncan; he's always trying to have a row with somebody." "Here, come on," cried Big.

"I've got the rope and the bar." "No," said Bob, sticking his hands farther into his pockets and sidling off; "I'm going home." "Oh, I say, don't spoil our fun, Bob," I cried.
"'Taint me; it's you," he said.

"I sha'n't stay." "Oh, if it's me I'm very sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to be disagreeable." "Oh, well, if you're sorry and didn't mean to be disagreeable I'll stay," he said.