And when you come I says, There's one as'll help me.
And what do you do with yor book-larnin' and town manners but start right out to git away the gal that I'd picked out, when I'd picked her out kase I thought, not bein' Flat Crick born herself, she might help a feller to do better! Now I won't let nobody cut me out without givin' 'em the best thrashin' it's in these 'ere arms to give." "But I haven't tried to cut you out." "You can't fool _me_." "Bud, listen to me, and then thrash me if you will.

I went with that girl once.

When I found you had some claims, I gave her up.

Not because I was afraid of you, for I would rather have taken the worst thrashing you can give me than give her up.

But I haven't spoken to her since the night of the first spelling-school." "You lie!" said Bud, doubling his fists.
Ralph grew red.
"You was a-waitin' on her last Sunday right afore my eyes, and a-tryin' to ketch my attention too.