“'I didn't think you were a fighting man.'
“'I didn't nuther,' says Lon.
“'How did it happen?'
“'Very easy—he rapped me an' I rapped back,' says Lon.
“'An' you rapped the hardest.'
“'Wal, when ye pay a debt o' that kind,' says Lon, 'ye ain't no way petic'lar how much int'rest ye allow.'
“Now that's what's the matter,” said Uncle Eb. “They's some that 'ain't learnt any better than to fight an' quarrel, an' when they git rapped they're goin' t' rap back, an' be a leetle too liberal with the pay.”