“I’ll gib yo’ a chaince to see stars, honey, if yo’ don’t go on about yo’ own biz!”
This excited Barney’s ire.
The mere allusion to a fight was enough for him. He was more than ready and willing.
In an instant he bristled up.
“Oh, it’s fight yez want!” he cried, spitting on his hands. “Shure, I’m jist the lad that kin accomodate yez. Whurroo!”
“Look yer, I’ish,” said Pomp, solemnly, “does yo’ see de color ob my eye?”
“Begorra, it’ll be blacker than it is now afore I get through wid it!” spluttered Barney.
“Does yo’ mean to hit me, chile?”
“If yez don’t apologize!”
“Wha’ fo’?”