It would be hard for a rascal like yourself to be really insulting to anyone possessed of the average degree of honor.

But we came up here for pleasure and rest.

Both your face and your voice---not particularly your words---are disturbing.

If those are your tires, kindly take them and get out of camp!" "You fellows will carry the tires back to the road, and you'll put them on the wheels," retorted Dodge hoarsely.
"As Dick has already told you, we'll do nothing of the sort," Dave flashed back at him.

"All we want, Dodge, is for you to get out of this camp.