“I never, either!” Roddy almost wailed.
“Well, what you want the horn back for?” the terrible Sam demanded.
“Well, 'cause I want it. I got a right to want it if I want to, haven't I?”
Penrod's face had flushed with indignation.
“You look here, Sam,” he began hotly. “Didn't you hear Roddy say this was his horn?”
“He said it!” Sam declared. “He said it a million times!”
“Well, and didn't he sell this horn to me?”
“Yes, SIR!”
“Didn't I pay him money cash down for it?”
“Two dollars!”