Sarves you right: you're allus letting out at somebody.

If I warn't a nat'ral angel in temper I should ha' let you have it years ago." "I'll let him see--I'll let him see," muttered Brookes savagely.
"Better shake hands like a man," said old Sam.
"Convict or no convict, he's only give you what you asked for." "I'll let him see," snarled Brookes; and he went off toward the stable.
"Gone there to one of the buckets," growled old Sam.

"I was going to take you there.

Here, let's have a look at your head." "Oh, it's nothing--nothing," said Leather hastily.
"Nothing! when you're bleeding like a pig.

Come along to the bothy, and let's bathe and tie it up.