"I don't want to give you that horn.
What I want to give you anything at all for ?" Penrod sighed, as if the task of reaching Roddy's mind with reason were too heavy for him.

"Well, if you don't want to prove it, and rather let us have the right to call you anything we want to--well, all right, then," he said.
"You look out what you call me!" Roddy cried, only the more incensed, in spite of the pains Penrod was taking with him.

"I don't haf to prove it.
It's MINE!" "What kind o' proof is that ?" Sam Williams demanded severely.

"You GOT to prove it and you can't do it!" Roddy began a reply, but his agitation was so great that what he said had not attained coherency when Penrod again intervened.

He had just remembered something important.
"Oh, _I_ know, Roddy!" he exclaimed.