Haven't you got any principle at all?
What do you think I am ?" "I know what you are," said the sheriff.

"You're a damned liar!" "An amateur only," said Pringle modestly.

"I never take money for it." He put by a wisp of his frosted hair, the better to scrutinize, with insulting slowness, the sheriff's savage face.

"Your ears are very large!" he murmured at last.

"And red!" The sheriff leaped up.
"You insolent cur-dog!" he roared.
"To stand and be still to the Birken'ead drill is a dam' tough bullet to chew,'" quoted Pringle evenly.