I bet you don't know where that mother-bear lives." "You shut up!" snarled H.J.Owens.

The Kid had hit uncomfortably close to the truth.
"You shut up your own self, you darned pilgrim." the Kid flung back instantly.

That was the way he learned to say rude things; they were said to him and he remembered and gave them back in full measure.
"Say, I'll slap you if you call me that again." H.J.Owens, because he did not relish the task he had undertaken, and because he had lost his bearing here in the confusion of hills and hollows and deep gullies, was in a very bad humor.
"You darn pilgrim, you dassent slap me.

If you do the bunch'll fix you, all right.

I guess they'd just about kill you.