"That don't make any difference; I tell you there was a mistake and he sent me to correct it."
"Why didn't you come over to Squire Jones' office, then, and fix it?"
"I didn't know you was there."
Fred knew this was untrue, for Bud sat on the porch and watched him as he walked across the street with the squire.
"Well, if you are so sure of it, then you can give me the twenty dollars and it will be all right."
"I want you to take out the money and count it here before me."
"I sha'n't do it."
"I guess you will; you've got to."
"But I can't."
"What's the reason you can't?"