"That fellow tried to take them away from me.

He 's got them under his arm now." "Oh, he has, has he?
Look here, you Brick, we don't put up with stealin' in this territory.

See?
You never rightly owned nothin'.

Come, fork over the kites.

Last call." The leader tightened his grasp threateningly, and Simpson, weeping tears of rage, surrendered the plunder.
"Wot yer got under yer arm ?" the leader demanded abruptly of Fred, at the same time jerking out the bundle.