“Maybe so. Don’t look to me like more’n fifteen.”
“What’s wood fetchin’?” says Mark.
“I’m gittin’ two’n’ a half. Split I’m gittin’ three.”
“That there’s good s-s-sound wood,” says Mark. “Best of the log. Beech and birch and m-maple.”
“So I see,” says Jim.
“What’s it worth to you s-s-split, sawed, and delivered in your yard?”
“Hum!... Slabs hain’t so good as chunks.”
“Better for the kitchen stove,” says Mark.
“I might give you a dollar a cord.”
“And I might split her and saw her and p-peddle it for two dollars. That would be cuttin’ your price f-fifty cents to a dollar. Eh? I calc’late f-folks would rather have slabs off of me for that than chunk wood from you for two and a half and three.”