He almost yanked the jaw off his horse, pulling the animal to a standstill.
“Condemn your young tripe! You are about as much a partner of his as a pullet is partner of a polecat! Don’t you talk up to me! If you are trying to cheat him I’ll help you do it. But if you are trying to help him, down goes your house!”
“I propose to help him—help his family,” I said.
To my surprise he held himself in. “Help him how?” he asked.
“Why, by making you quit hounding him, for one thing. It’s time this foolish old row was stopped. I am taking a special interest in Judge Kingsley’s family in these days.”
“Down to brass tacks, now! You mean just what you say, do you?”
“I most certainly do, Uncle Deck!”
“Don’t you dare to call me uncle, you wall-eyed pup! You have gone to leaning up against that girl like a tomcat cuddling a warm brick, have you? You’re letting her fool you along—”
“Shut that dirty mouth of yours!” I shouted.
“Get out of this wagon—out with you!”