"Yis," said Magill, reflectively, "that's a fact; George does begin with jay too."
"I tell you it's the last name," said Tom, laughing.
"I tell you it isn't," said Lockwood, doggedly; but Henry Miller, seeing a chance for disagreeable words, made haste to say: "Come, boys, it's the good-natured one that'll win. Hang up the Bible once more and let's see if it 'll drop for Lockwood when it gets to L, or for Tom when we come to T. I don't more than half believe in the thing. It never will turn for me on anything but Q, and they a'n't no girl with Q to her name this side of Jericho except Queen Brooks, an' she lives thirteen miles away an' 's engaged to another feller, and I would n't look at her twiste if she wuz n't, nur she 't me like 's not. Come, Ginnie, gee-up your oxen. Let's have H."
The Bible refused to turn at H.
"Rachel won't marry you, Henry Miller," said the county clerk.
"No," said Henry, "Rache an' me 's always been first-rate friends, but she knows me too well to fall in love with me, an' I'm the only feller in this end of the county that's never made a fool of myself over Rachel."
Neither would the Bible turn at I, J, or K. But at L it turned.
"Of course it'll turn at L, when Lockwood 's got hold of the key," said Tom with another laugh. "That 's what he took hold for."
"That's the same as saying I don't play fair," said Lockwood, with irritation.
"Fair and square a'n't just your way, George. But there's no use being cross about it."