"No fear. You're a good sport, Moody. I always knew that."
"Fine cigar," commented the jailer critically.
"Leave it to Drusilla. You can bet she helped herself from the best box Tom Martin has."
"Women are useful when they provide a man with good tobacco, but in other ways they can get you into a mortal lot of trouble. Take it from me, Charlie, and steer clear of 'em."
"I guess you know your way around, eh, Moody?"
"You can tie to that. Frinstance, if you knew as much as me you never would've got into this jail."
"I expect you're right. You've got a head on your shoulders!"
"Well, it's an ill wind that blows nobody some good," reflected the jailer complacently. "I'm gettin' a dollar a day because you coveted your neighbor's tomatoes and then had no more sense than to shy one at him. Missed him, too, they tell me."
"I won't miss him another time if I get a shot at him, whether it's with a tomato or something else!" snapped Maxon with sudden viciousness. "I'd like to pitch him into one of his own vats!"
"You don't love him much, eh?"