She stepped back again.
“Come on and play in my yard,” she said again. “I can throw you any hold you want. I can fight you and lick you.”
“Becors you're a scratch-cat,” Swatty said, and pushed her again.
“I can lick you without scratching,” the girl said. “Well, then, do it!” said Swatty. “Go on and do it, why don't you? I want to see you do it!”
So each time he said it he gave her a push.
“I won't!” she said. “I ain't going to fight you.”
“You darsent!”
“I ain't going to!”
“You don't dare!”
“I ain't going to!”