"Here, young man!" "What's this ?" Bert demanded, as the stranger forced something into one of his hands.
"It's the two-dollar bill you handed me," replied he of the stubby moustache.

"I reckon that I made a mistake in taking it." "Aren't you on my side any longer ?" gasped Bert, in utter astonishment.
"I reckon not," was the crisp answer.

"I didn't realize that I was in such bad company." "But you've only that mucker's word against mine!" cried Bert, flying into another rage.
"I've watched you both, and I'm a pretty good judge of human nature," replied the farmer.

"I prefer to believe this young man that you seem to dislike so much." "You're a nice one---you are!" uttered Bert, glaring in disgust at the ally on whom he had counted.
"Perhaps you can calm down, Dodge, long enough to listen to reason," Dick suggested.

"First of all, I am going to admit that we did remove the front tires of your car and that we brought the tires here and hung them on that line." "Do you hear that ?" demanded Dodge eagerly, turning once more to the farmer.