"No, sir; I ain't."
"You talk like it was somethin' to dodge!" snorted Johnny.
"I'd like to see you do it!" retorted George.
"Huh!" sniffed Johnny. "I got a good notion to do it."
George made another play. "Notions!" he sneered. "Notions ain't doin' it!"
"Then I will do it," said Johnny, going into the kitchen and throwing wood into the stove. He took down a lid made up of rings, substituted it for one of the stove lids, lifted out the middle section and put in its place an iron ladle.
A chair scraped out in the dining-room and George poked his head in. "What you think yo're doin'?" he demanded.
"Callin' yore bluff. Go on back to yore solitaire. I'm goin' to run some bullets."
"Why, cuss yore nerve!" said George. "Who told you to mess up my kitchen?"