'Ah, what do you mean by calling us his people ?' said the clan.

'We are nobody's people;' and then there was a pretty load of abuse, and threatening to serve me out.
'Well,' said I, 'I was perhaps wrong to call them your people, and beg your pardon and theirs.

And now you will please to pay me for what you have had yourself, and afterwards I can settle with them.' 'I shall pay you when I think fit,' said Hunter.

'Yes,' said the rest, 'and so shall we.

We shall pay you when we think fit.' 'I tell you what,' said Hunter, 'I conceives I do such an old fool as you an honour when I comes into his house and drinks his beer, and goes away without paying for it;' and then there was a roar of laughter from everybody, and almost all said the same thing.