"
"Why, Peters, I'd have to sell my land."
"Better do that than to throw away yo' liberty. You know that it means
ruin for you an' yo' wife an' a broken heart fur yo' girl. All I've got
to do is to act, an' you go to the penitentiary."
Upon Starbuck's face there was an expression of keen suffering.
Pleadingly he put up his hands, looking toward the door leading into the
kitchen and exclaimed. "Hold on. Somebody mout hear you."
"Oh, got you to thinkin', have I?"
"Yes, an' a man thinks better when he's by hisse'f."
Peters moved off toward the door and halting, remarked: "Yes, may think
better when he's by hisse'f, but not as fast. When he's got thinkin' to
do that he don't want to do he mout shirk it if left by hisse'f. Well,
I'll give you a leetle mo' time, but not much. My plan is that when
you've got a bad piece of work on hand, git through with it as soon as
possible. I'm goin' down the road a piece an' will drap in on my way
back," and as he passed out he looked back and added: "Thinkin' ought to
make a man wise.
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