"Why aint I wanted here?" he inquired, without manifesting the least symptom of alarm.
Tim rather anticipated that Ben would show the white feather, and was a little surprised at his calmness.
"Cause yer aint, that's why," he answered.
"If you don't like my company, you can go somewhere else," said Ben.
"This is my place," said Tim. "You aint got no right to push in."
"If it's your place, how much did you pay for it?" asked Ben. "I thought that the sidewalk was free to all."
"You aint got no right to interfere with my business."
"I didn't know that I had interfered with it."
"Well, you have. I aint sold more'n half as many papers since you've been here."
"You've got the same chance as I have," said Ben. "I didn't tell them not to buy of you."