"Who said I was?"
"Why, you said so, yourself. You were the one that put it in my head."
"O, that was only talk. I didn't mean anything."
Willy turned square round in the water, and glared at Fred, with eyes that seemed to shoot sparks of fire.
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"Yes—well, yes, I did kind of mean to, too," cried Fred, shrinking under the gaze; "but I've got awful sick of it."
"Who called me a sneak?" exclaimed Willy, his voice shaking with wrath. "Who called me my mamma's cry-baby? Who said he spected I'd back out?"
"But you see, Billy, my feet!"