"Good enough. One slip on your part and you know what happens, Rafe. Bear it in mind, and it'll be money in your pocket."
"You talk like a minister."
"I wish I was one, preaching the funeral sermon over your grave. Lord, what a stinking skunk you are, Rafe!"
"Look here——"
"Blah! You are a skunk. So crazy after money you had to go and hurt li'l Hazel Walton. Damn your soul, I told you not to do anything to hurt her! And you bulled right ahead! You lousy packrat, you've broken that child's heart! She thought the world and all of her uncle, she did. I tell you, Rafe, you ain't fit to drink with a Digger or eat with a dog!"
"I ain't gonna fight with you," declared Rafe Tuckleton.
"I was hoping you would," averred Tip. "There'd be one tom-fool less to worry about if you did."
"No, I can wait," said Rafe with a feline grin.
"Oh, I'll be watching you, you rattle-snake," nodded Tip.
"Go easy, you two!" snapped the district attorney, as a dog in the next room began to bark. "There's somebody comin' up the path."