"I didn't!"
"You did!"
"Yo're a liar!"
"Yo're another!"
"Get off that hoss!"
"You ain't off yore own yet!"
Johnny was holding his sides and Pop wheeled on him savagely. "What th' h—l you laughin' at?"
"That's what I want to know!" blazed Charley.
"Come on, Charley!" shouted Pop. "We'll eat them fish ourselves. It's a fine how-dy-do when age ain't respected no more. An' th' next time you goes around callin' folks liars," he said, shaking a trembling fist under Johnny's nose, "you needn't foller us to do it on!"
Down the trail they rode, angrily discussing Johnny, the times, and the manners of the younger generation.