Sherman. I am a gentleman, sir, no ruffian.
Hezekiah. Glad ye told me, I shouldn’t er known it.
Sherman. You want to fight, sir, do you? You shall have all you desire, sir!
Hezekiah. Then peel and prong round here.
Sherman. I will meet you here at sunset, tomorrow, sir, for a duel. Arms, broadaxes! Then I will kill you, sir, like a dog.
Hezekiah. How much do you weigh when you’re all bloated up?
Sherman. I am known as the worst man in the west, sir!
Hezekiah. Nobody would look at ye and dispute it. If I looked as bad as you do, I’d hold my breath till I died. I chawed up twenty-seven men once, with a common axe. When I wade in with a broadaxe—wall, you get your friends to come down and hunt up the corpse in about fourteen seconds after they say time.
Sherman. Do you stop to bury your dead, sir?
Hezekiah. Now you git out. (Picking up coat.) If the old general should come along and find me talkin’ to you, he’d raise all possess about it.