"There certainly won't!"
"His saddle an' yore gun make a good pair."
"Let up about the gun. You can't say nothin' more about it without repeatin' yoreself."
"It's a sawed-off carbine. I'd ruther have a Spencer any day."
"You remind me a whole lot of a feller I once knowed," Red retorted.
"That so?" asked Hopalong, suspiciously. "Was he so nice?"
"No; he was a fool," Red responded, going into the house.
"Then that's where you got it, for they say it's catching."
Red stuck his head out of the door. "On second thought you remind me of another feller."
"You must 'a knowed some good people."