The plumber nodded.
“Who in hell–––”
“Swearing ain’t going to do no good, Cap’n. The parson don’t stand for it down here,” cut in Jud.
“Whose doing is this?”
“We’ve got a pretty good idea who the cur is, but we ain’t exactly sure.”
“Where’d he come from?”
“The city.”
“Who brung him in here?”
“We ain’t just sure of that, yet.”
“What in h––– What’s he cal’lating to do?”