"This is Christmas.
Sit down unless you want me to give you a clip on the jaw!" The jacks hesitated, drew back, then slouched to their seats, scowling threateningly.
"It'd serve me right if ye fellers beat me up," resumed Spike.

"I'm no good.

I never was and I'm goin' ter quit onless ye fire me afore I've got through speakin', but I wants ye folks t' know that I throwed that dirty money away, I did.

It burned me like no money I ever filched did; it burned me inside and out and I slung it inter the river.

I meant ter do ye a measly trick, ye folks, and I did, but I wants ye ter know partic'lar that Chet Ainsworth and that gang of his'n didn't git no information outer me.