“In there eatin’ his supper.”
“Calc’late to be here long, Dolf?”
“Quite a spell, Judge.”
“Calc’late to be here till Moran comes out?”
“I could.”
“Um! Figger on speakin’ to him, Dolf?”
“Did think I might.”
“What was you goin’ to speak about? The weather? Eh?”
“Not’s I know of, Judge.”
“Was you goin’ to mention me? Eh? Figger on alludin’ to me?”