"Dat's all."
"Well, Jeff, here's ten dollars more, and look sharper than ever now."
"'Scuse me, Misser Hunting. We'se squar' now. I'se done what I agreed, and now I'se gwine out ob de business."
"Has Gregory engaged your services?" asked Hunting, quickly.
"No, sah, he hab not. I reckon Misser Gregory tink he doesn't need any help."
"Why won't you do as I wish, then?"
"Well, Mr. Hunting, it kinder makes me feel bad here," said Jeff, rubbing his hand indefinitely over several physical organs. "I don't jes' believe Miss Annie would like it, and after seein' Mr. Gregory under dat pesky ladder, I couldn't do nothin' dat he wouldn't like. If it hadn't been for him I'd sorter felt as if I'd killed Miss Annie by leavin' dat doggoned ladder so straight up, and I nebber could hab gone out in de dark agin all my life."
"Why, you old black fool," said Hunting, irritably, "don't you know I'm going to marry Miss Annie? You'd better keep on the right side of me."
"Which is de right side?" Jeff could not forbear saying, with a suppressed chuckle.
"Come, sir, no impudence. You won't serve me any more then?"