“Um....”
“Same as you and me want to git rich. You do want to git rich, don’t you?”
“So’s never to have to work no more, and to buy me a sloop and go sailin’ with plenty of grub and all the terbacker a feller kin smoke. You bet you. Rich!... I’ve allus had a hankerin’ to git rich.”
“The boss is rich, hain’t he?”
“Awful rich.”
“Come here to git richer, didn’t he?”
“Calc’late so.”
“Figgered to take a lot of money away from this here sandbar, didn’t he?”
“Hain’t give it much thought.”
“Maybe a million dollars.”