"Um!... Wasn't passin' Jed Lewis's house, was you?"
"Didn't figger to."
"Wasn't passin' Jed Lewis's, was you?" Scattergood repeated, insistently.
"I could."
"Um!... If you was to, and if you seen Jed, what was you figgerin' on sayin' to him?"
Pliny scratched his head and pondered.
"Calculate I'd mention the heat some, and maybe I might say suthin' about national politics."
"Wouldn't mention me, would you, Pliny? Don't figger my name might come up?"
"It might."
"If it did, what 'u'd you say, eh? Hain't no reason for mentionin' that I might want to talk to him, is there? Hain't said so, have I?"