“You look out, Sam Williams!” said Roddy threateningly. “You look out how you call me names!”
“What name'd I call you?”
“You just the same as said I told lies. That's just as good as callin' me a liar, isn't it?”
“No,” said Sam; “but I got a right to, if I want to. Haven't I, Penrod?”
“How?” Roddy demanded hotly. “How you got a right to?”
“Because you can't prove what you said.”
“Well,” said Roddy, “you'd be just as much of one if you can't prove what I said WASN'T true.”
“No, sir! You either got to prove it or be a liar. Isn't that so, Penrod.
“Yes, sir,” Penrod ruled, with a little importance, “that's the way it is, Roddy.”
“Well, then,” said Roddy, “come on over to my Uncle Ethelbert's, and I'll show you!”