"Well, nobody ain't never accused
me of not understandin' things--yit."
"Mebbe it's because nobody ain't never paid you that much attention."
"Oh, you know how to talk. Ain't nobody ever denied that, but talk
that don't lead up don't amount to nuthin'. Starbuck, our families wan't
right good friends in the past."
"Wan't in love," Old Jasper agreed, and Peters coughed.
"Yes, that's a fact. An' I've got an old-fashioned, single-barrel,
cap-and-ball pistol that uster belong to a Starbuck."
"Yes, and a way back yander it killed a Peters, I've hearn."
"Yes, Starbuck, with a three-inch slug. But that's nuther here nur thar,
jest now. I'm willin' to furgit the past."
Starbuck gave him a knife-thrust glance, and replied: "When a Peters
says he is, it's ten to one he ain't."
"You air still talkin' fust rate. But come to think of it, you an' me
ain't been very much at outs."
"That's so, Lije. I've slept all night many a time without dreamin' of
you."
"Yes. But I reckon I've been doin' a leetle mo' dreamin' than you have.
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