"I 'm licked." The gang had become silent and depressed at its leader's defeat.
Joe stepped forward.
"I 'll trouble you for those kites," he said to the boy who was holding them.
"Oh, I dunno," said another member of the gang, shoving in between Joe and his property.

His hair was also a vivid red.

"You 've got to lick me before you kin have 'em." "I don't see that," Joe said bluntly.

"I 've fought and I 've won, and there 's nothing more to it." "Oh, yes, there is," said the other.

"I 'm 'Sorrel-top' Simpson.
Brick 's my brother.