I'll show him California.

Humph! Dam' wall-eyed Tejano!" "I'm a Texan myself," twinkled Johnson.
"What if you are?
You ain't wall-eyed, be you?
And you ain't been makin' no cracks at California--not to me.

But this here Jim--look at the white-eyed, tow-headed grinnin' scoundrel, will you ?--Say, are you goin' to cover that X or are you goin' to crawfish ?" "Back down?
You peevish little sawed-off runt!" yelped Jim.

"I been lettin' you shoot off your head so's you'll be good and sore afterward.
I always wanted a piece of paper money any way--for a keepsake.

You wait!" He went into the cabin and returned with a tarnished gold piece and a box of forty-five cartridges.
"Here, stakeholder!" he said to Johnson.
Then, to Bill: "Now, then, old Californy--you been all swelled-up and stumping me for quite some time.