"Is that what you're saying?" I said.
"I'm not saying anything," he shot back.
"You saw what he just did," I told him.
"I saw what he just did," he said.
"You don't seem to be very excited about it," I shot back at him again.
"What's the good of getting excited?" he said.
"Do you think he's crazy and a thief?" I asked him.
"I think he may be a little crazy—at times," he said. "As to being a thief—" And then he screwed his mouth up, but didn't say anything more.
"A hero-thief," I said, kind of sarcastic, for the way he talked made me mad.
"He's sure a hero," he said.