“You’re beat, anyhow,” I says to him. I didn’t say it mean, but just as if I believed it.
“Maybe so,” says he. “Maybe so, but we hain’t given up yet.”
“We’ll git away,” says Tallow.
“More’n likely,” says he, “but Collins and me we’ll do our best to keep you.”
“What if Uncle Hieronymous should come and find you keepin’ us pris’ners?” says I. “He’d sort of suspect somethin’, wouldn’t he?”
“I calc’late he would, now. But Collins and me we hain’t aiming to let him discover us keeping you prisoners. One of us is going to find him.”
“Huh!” says I. “You can’t do it.”
“Maybe not,” says he. “Can’t never tell. But we’ll try. Now, boys, go on back in the house like I said. I don’t want to get harsh with you, not a mite. But you got to mind.”
We went. Once inside, and Mark locked the door again.
“We want to look out for that fat man,” says he. “He’s cunnin’. You can’t f-f-fool him easy. Don’t you think you can.”