"
"That's all right, Starbuck. No matter how it come, it is here. But I
don't want no trouble with you, an' won't have none if you do the right
an' easy thing. Raise that thousand dollars fur me. You've got it hid
somewhar."
"If I had a million I wouldn't give you a cent."
"Mout change yo' tune befo' this thing is over with."
"Yes," said Jasper, "I mout whistle a dead march."
"Not over me," Peters replied.
"Yes, over you."
"You're a liar."
Starbuck slapped him in the face, and springing back, Lije cocked the
pistol and raised it to shoot.
"Hold on a minute--just one minute," said Starbuck, and with the pistol
leveled, Peters stood looking at him.
"Yes, I'll give you one minute, Starbuck, an' that is all. If you move
I'll kill you."
"If I do move, you scoundrel, it will be to kill you. Why, you po'
fool--"
"Starbuck, any fool can be game--I thought I know'd all about you, but I
never know'd befo' that you was so cool."
"Cool," Jasper repeated, "I ain't half as cool as you air keerless. I
could kill you with that axe an' you couldn't help yo'se'f.
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