He had made four steps; he said, "Sun's up."
This was not much of an opening. I managed to respond, "Don't see it, myself."
"Look at that big pine up yonder," said he.
"Be another hot day," said I; "wish I was up there."
"What for?"
"So I could get some sleep."
"You won't git any down here in this old field; that's shore."
"That's what's a-troublin' me," said I; "and I've got to take care of myself."
"Ben sick?"
"No, not down sick; but the hot sun don't do me any good."