I'll get even with him, though." "Never heard any man ever got even with dad.

But he'd knock ye down again sure.

The more he was mistook the more he'd do it.

But gold-mines and pistols--" "I never said a word about pistols," Harvey cut in, for he was on his oath.
"Thet's so; no more you did.

Two private cars, then, one named fer you an' one fer her; an' two hundred dollars a month pocket-money, all knocked into the scuppers fer not workin' fer ten an' a ha'af a month! It's the top haul o' the season." He exploded with noiseless chuckles.
"Then I was right?
"said Harvey, who thought he had found a sympathiser.
"You was wrong; the wrongest kind o' wrong! You take right hold an' pitch in 'longside o' me, or you'll catch it, an' I'll catch it fer backin' you up.