[Well, that's his best shot. The pain in his leg is screeching up his spine and making it impossible to come up with a new attack. He needs to go sit down for a while before he can go home. At this rate, it's going to give out on him.]

[Practically using the cane as a crutch, Scrooge turns and begins limping off, grateful his back is to the youth so the young man can't see him gritting his teeth.]

Fine. Believe what ye want. Just stay away from me an' mah property, or ye'll be lucky if all Ah do is get mahself a dog ta run ye off.