"No. I tell you the dog is not for sale. I won't sell him."
"What is your price, anyhow?" demanded McSheen. "I tell you I want the dog. I promised my daughter to get the dog back."
"Mr. McSheen, I have told you the dog is not for sale—I will not sell him at any price."
He suddenly flared up.
"Oh! You won't! Well, I'll tell you that I'll have that dog and you'll sell him too."
"I will not."
"We'll see. You think you're a pretty big man, but I'll show you who's bigger in this town—you or Coll McSheen. I helped you once and you haven't sense enough to appreciate it. You look out for me, young man." He turned slowly with his scowling eye on me.
"I will."
"You'd better. When I lay my hand on you, you'll think an earthquake's hit you."
"Well, get out of my office now," I said.