"He won't, won't he?" demanded S'manthy, with exultation in her voice. "You don' know how. Takes me to git at a sekert."
"Did he tell you, S'manthy?" Uncle Lazar looked a little crest-fallen.
"In course he did. Think I couldn' make him tell? W'y, I kin thes twis' Big Bob 'roun' my little finger."
"Well, what on yerth did he come over yer fer, S'manthy?"
"I promised not to tell you."
"To be shore you did. But you're a-goin' to."
"Yes; but you'll let it out, un then what'll Bob say to me?"
"What'll Jake say to you fer lettin' yer mar' go off, when one uv his boys had the promise? Un what 'll the folks say when they find out you knowed, un let 'em be fooled by Big Bob? You 've got to tell, S'manthy, ur else have all the Holler down on yeh. Besides, you could n' keep that sekert tell bed-time, noways, un you know you couldn'. 'T ain't in you to keep it, un you might thes ez well out weth it now ez arter awhile."
"Aw, well, Daddy, Bob didn' say much, on'y ut Jake wouldn' fine the feller that done the shootin' when he got to Moscow."
"Tuh law!" exclaimed the old man, waiting with open eyes for more.