"Sam Willett!"
"Yes; Frank Shirley!"
"Are you crazy?"
"No, I'm mad; and you'll find I'm dangerous if you bother me further," said Sam stoutly.
"See har, young feller," shouted Badger. "If you don't want us to save you, do you know what we'll do next?"
"I don't."
"Why, we'll get mad, too——"
"I don't care."
"And," continued Badger, his voice choking with anger, "we'll go up thar and fotch you down; and if so be you git hurt, it'll be yer own fault."
"Hurt?" from Sam.