I got a right to want it if I want to, haven't I ?" Penrod's face had flushed with indignation.
"You look here, Sam," he began hotly.

"Didn't you hear Roddy say this was his horn ?" "He said it!" Sam declared.

"He said it a million times!" "Well, and didn't he sell this horn to me ?" "Yes, SIR!" "Didn't I pay him money cash down for it ?" "Two dollars!" "Well, and ain't it my horn now, Sam ?" "You bet you!" "YES, sir!" Penrod went on with vigour.

"It's my horn now whether it belonged to you or not, Roddy, because you SOLD it to me and I paid my good ole money for it.

I guess a thing belongs to th`, person that paid their own money for it, doesn't it?
_I_ don't haf to give up my own propaty, even if you did come on over here and told us a big l--" "_I_ NEVER!" shouted Roddy.