"When I want any help from you or your tribe, I'll let yuh know." It took me just one second to backslide from my politeness.

"Go to the devil, then!" I snapped.

"I hope you have to stay on the damn' bar a week." Then I went plucking back through the sand that almost pulled the shoes off my feet every step, kicking myself for many kinds of a fool.
Lord, but I was mad! Pochette went back to the boat and old King, after nearly getting kicked into the river for hinting that we ought to pay for the damage and trouble we had caused him.

Frosty and I weren't in any frame of mind for such a hold-up, and it didn't take him long to find it out.
The bank there was so steep that we had to pack my trunk and what other truck had been brought out from Osage, up to the top by hand.

That was another temper-sweetening job.