"I said that I'm here.

Let's hear you deny it.

If I was a crow I might be afraid of you." Slightly taken aback by his ready retorts, the young man could only say, "If you were a crow, hey ?" He stepped a little closer to the counter but the ominous advance did not alarm Pee-wee in the least.

He sat behind his card-strewn counter holding the stencil brush like a sort of weapon ready to besmear that face of sneering assurance if its owner ventured too near.
"So I'm a scarecrow, eh ?" Mr.Gamely said with a side glance at Pepsy.
He was not going to have her witness his discomfiture at the hands of this glib little stranger.

Moreover, a slur at his personal splendor was a very grave matter and not to be overlooked.
"I don't like fresh kids," said Mr.Deadwood Gamely, advancing with an air of veiled menace.
"Sometimes they get so fresh they have to be salted a little.