“You hain’t goin’ to give him up to Jethro, be you?”
“That,” says he, “is exactly what I’m goin’ to do.”
“Mark Tidd,” says I, “I wouldn’t ’a’ thought it. For five dollars you’d squeal on this poor kid that’s in a peck of trouble. Well,” says I, getting madder and madder, “you can hunt for him alone. I won’t have anything to do with it. It’s a dirty trick,” says I.
“Binney,” says Mark, “l-look out or you’ll bile out of your shirt. Keep it on,” says he. “How many d-dirty tricks have you seen me play on folks?”
“None,” says I, “but that don’t stop this from bein’ one.”
He just grinned as good-natured as could be.
“You’re foolin’,” says I.
“No,” says he, “I mean it.”
“You’ll give up Rock to them men?”
“Yes,” says he, “if I f-f-find him.”