"Just as you say," assented the Tinker. "You are robbing me of half of it anyway, so there won't be much when the sum's divided."
"Robbing you!"
"Yes, robbing me!"
"You're a liar, Tom, I am only insisting on my rights."
"You accused me of robbing Jerry and Stayford, and now you are robbing me."
"The money we are looking for belongs to no one since Jerry is in jail. If we find it I am entitled to one-half."
"Besides, you force me to give you one-fifth of the profits of the whisky—of the whisky I've spent my days and nights in making, into which I have put hundreds of bushels of corn. That's robbing me! That's robbing me!"
"I simply gave you my terms and you agreed to them!"
"I am forced to agree."
"You are not!"